The Art

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 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 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