Behind these bright
deceiving eyes
behind these lips forever smiling
lies the feeling of despair
like a fugitive in hiding
Today I wish that
I could find a way
to change the way I am
then maybe it might
still be yesterday
before it all began
Now that the light is fading
this is the only thing I now
how to reach, how to touch
and call my own
There's so much
I'm yet to know in the art
of letting go
Under dark December skies
somewhere my happiness
is calling this is
that never shines
solemn sleepless till the morning
And so I live to fight another day
and see what I've become
I could live forever
in a yesterday
or I could turn away and run
Out of the arms of sorrow
into the open arms of hope
Out of reach out of touch
and on my own
Time is all there is to know
in the art of letting go