Dear you,
Should I let you go? Should I let you fall away from me? Should I walk from here never to be seen again? Where should I go? What should I do? While all I do is fall and trip over you. Finding myself on the stairs towering over life gently touching the next step knowing I could easily fall to my death. But you are so high, how can I reach you so high among the angels where you will never die. How can I reach you if I do not try? There among the blessed there where you heart can rest. Is there place for the wicked and pressed? I know now to let you go, I know now you are too high for me to find. I think I am ready… ready to soar. I think now I am ready to let you go.
Indebted,
Me
