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Let it go you say, how easy do those words trip off your wondrous lips
Have you even paused one heartbeat to think what three words
Spoken in such haste do to a heart, or how they cause a soul to slip?
Let it go you say, ah but my darling which part ?
Do I open up my box of memories stored preciously in my mind
To let them float and rip apart on the winds of the storm in my heart?
Or should I take the visions of your skin wet from passion's caress
Then cast those golden dreamy priceless moments into a cavern
Ever so deep that nae even this angel could recover them for her to possess?
Let it go you say, oh how every fiber woven within my spirit cries out as it is tearing
That my eyes could no longer yearn to see you, my hands could not ache for you
That the very depths of my being would then yearn so sadly, empty of dreaming.
Let it go you say, so I shall and as I do I let go of all of spring in me becoming lost in snow,
Cursed to become as those frosted shapes surrounded by wind's chill forever flying
On white wings into a sky - lost to the earth eternally - my song always of a bird crying.

Description
Let it go you say, how easy do those words trip off your wondrous lips
Have you even paused one heartbeat to think what three words
Spoken in such haste do to a heart, or how they cause a soul to slip?
Let it go you say, ah but my darling which part ?
Do I open up my box of memories stored preciously in my mind
To let them float and rip apart on the winds of the storm in my heart?
Or should I take the visions of your skin wet from passion's caress
Then cast those golden dreamy priceless moments into a cavern
Ever so deep that nae even this angel could recover them for her to possess?
Let it go you say, oh how every fiber woven within my spirit cries out as it is tearing
That my eyes could no longer yearn to see you, my hands could not ache for you
That the very depths of my being would then yearn so sadly, empty of dreaming.
Let it go you say, so I shall and as I do I let go of all of spring in me becoming lost in snow,
Cursed to become as those frosted shapes surrounded by wind's chill forever flying
On white wings into a sky - lost to the earth eternally - my song always of a bird crying.