The Art - Mamas Gun

Behind these bright deceiving eyes

Behind these lips forever smiling

Lies the meaning of despair

Like a fugitive in hiding

Today I wish that I would 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 know

How to reach 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

Like a sun 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