Not by desire, you got to set free.
An important person that you love.
Even though it’s to let them go to school, work, or death.
Rather it for a short spell or for the remainder of your existence.
You tolerate to let go.
A mother, who wants the greatest for their child,
will have to let go.
Watching them mature to be young adults
knowing that one day, they will be moving out.
Having to let go of an important person, you call on
that you conceal your faith in.
It’s vanished in an instant.
You have no choice, but to set free.
For you,
I linger on your calls.
When I talk to you,
making me feel first-class.
But when the moment to disconnect,
I have to permit you go.
Even thought my heart does not want you to depart.
Hearing the silence on the other end of the receiver.
Is the hardest part of me, let you go.
I realized it only for a short while.
And the telephone will ring again.
And you will be on the other end.
Cheering me up, chatting away.
Over what the future going to bring us.
This is the hardest part but I could not bare you to feel this emptiness.
So I, have you to let me go first.
For I do not want you to be acquainted, with what that silence is.
For you heard it for so long.
And I could not bear to cause you any sorrow.
So let me go, and smile when you hang the phone up.
Because I on the other line, remember you and our words.
Encompass to letting go is the hardest part.
But well worth it.
Knowing that you will be calling again
April 2005
