So much of the music I enjoy could be summarized as “Frack you, I rule.” Or “I rule, Let’s frack.” But there are some songs that touch on forgiveness and understanding.
Here’s one from First Aid Kit

Emmylou

Oh the bitter winds are coming in
And I’m already missing the summer
Stockholm’s cold but I’ve been told
I was born to endure this kind of weather
When it’s you I find like a ghost in my mind
I am defeated and I gladly wear the crown

I’ll be your Emmylou and I’ll be your June
If you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too
No, I’m not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me

Now so much I know that things just don’t grow
If you don’t blessed them with your patience
And I’ve been there before I held up the door
For every stranger with a promise

But I’m holding back, that’s the strength that I lack
Every morning keeps returning at my window
And it brings me to you and I won’t just pass through
But I’m not asking for a storm

I’ll be your Emmylou and I’ll be your June
If you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too
No, I’m not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me

And yes I might have lied to you
You wouldn’t benefit from knowing of the truth
I was frightened but I held fast
I need you now at long last

I’ll be your Emmylou and I’ll be your June
If you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too
No, I’m not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me

I’ll be your Emmylou and I’ll be your June
If you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too
No, I’m not asking much of you
Just sing little darling, sing with me
Just sing little darling, sing with me

And from the wonderful Patty Griffin (with Emmylou Harris helping)

Little Fire

My friend, come stand beside me
Lately, I’m feeling so lost
A flood came and washed the stones of the path away
And a hot sun turned the mud to dust

Calling the sheep in for the evening
There’s a voice, calls above the howling wind
It says comes rest beside my little fire
We’ll ride out the storm that’s coming in

My friend, you know me and my family
You’ve seen us wandering through these times
You’ve seen us in weakness and in power
You’ve seen us forgetful and unkind

All that I want is one who knows me
A kind hand on my face when I weep
And I’d give back these things I know are meaningless
For a little fire beside me when I sleep

All that I want is one who knows me
A kind hand on my face when I weep
And I’d give back these things I know are meaningless
For a little fire beside me when I sleep

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Be kind and forgiving to the people you meet. As Longfellow wrote
“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not;
and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”

If you’re lucky, life is long. And you’ll be grateful for the folks who treat you kindly when you are least deserving.