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)To say goodbye is not so hard...
To say goodbye is not so hard.
It is as if we could begin again,
if only we say that word.
But, if I were to say goodbye,
would You find yourself in ecstasy?
Or longing for what has finished,
for a long while anyways.
It’s not as if I could influence the decision you’ve made.
Up there on your golden throne,
You know best, I know You do.
But sometimes I doubt,
What was written in the clouds,
because I wish it to not be.
It’s not hard to say goodbye,
But yet it is.
I find the tears flowing faster,
wanting more,
Wishing for more.
Why can’t I have more?
I know You know best,
I know You will always lead me to where I need to be,
I know it takes all of you to deny me this peace,
But sometimes I wonder, must I always follow my mind,
and not give into the quiet whispers my heart sends to me in the dead of night,
when I am sleeping on a cloud, dreaming thoughtless dreams.
Can I whisper into your ear,
convince you differently?
Can I let my heart decide,
what is best for me?
Is it wrong to wish that of anybody,
A thoughtless, whimsy dream.
Yes I know my time has come and gone,
we decided this long ago.
When I found myself in a position,
where the dream was real.
I promised, swore never to speak of it again,
Promised I would never beg for it again.
But I can’t really promise away something that my heart longs for
With every breath in my lungs,
and every beat of my heart.
It’s over, it’s gone, it won’t come back.
I hold those memories to my heart,
and pray I have those moments photographed,
Held close. Never to be damaged, or tarnished from age.
I wish for new ones though.
And I pray,
You allow, to give me them,
in due time.
I know it is a lot to ask,
but would I be me if I didn’t ask for more?
Would I be me if I didn’t let my heart whisper louder than it should?
Would I be me if I didn’t wish upon a star that someday I would hold more?
Would I?
I know You know best,
and know all I long for.
So all I ask,
is another chance.
To show the world,
what stars are made out of.
To say goodbye is not so hard,
except when it’s to something you can’t go a day without thinking about.
