Let Go
Born to the house on the hill
8th floor window sill
He didn’t jump he just learned to let go
From the first sweet taste
Forever to give chase
Falling in love a little with death
Let go
When you’re tired of fighting
Let go
Close your eyes
Taught by the books that he read
From poets young and dead
Love is an idea born to a dream
At times it seems too hard to breathe
Smothered by the pillow of childhood dreams
On the internment day
The very few who came
Realized they hadn’t known him at all
Let go.
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