The Art of Letting Go

Do you see the mess we've left behind

Don't you seek for truth in a sea of lies

With our heads up in the clouds

We get closer to the ground

Do you see the mess we've left behind

as we bleed for truth that we used to hide

With our heads up in the clouds there is nothing to be found

And as time goes by right before my eyes

To learn to grow out of dust and snow

Waiting for my sun to rise

Past is falling far behind and comes

undone to show the art of letting go