We stood at the edge of something divine,
hearts like mirrors, yours and mine.
But even stars fall out of line,
and love can break without a sign.
I wore your silence like perfume,
a trace of you in every room.
You faded slow like morning mist,
still every breath recalls your kiss.
We danced in storms, we drowned in light,
but love is not always what's right.
So go now, darling, walk away
before goodbye forgets to stay.
I'll love you soft, I'll love you deep,
but some love is too wild to keep.
This is the art, the cruel art
of letting go.
I read the lines you never spoke,
in every touch, a thread that broke.
Your hands were mine, but just on loan,
some flowers bloom to die alone.
You were my fire, you were my frost,
a holy dream I had to have lost.
So go now, darling, and take your light,
and leave me haunted by the night.
I'll bleed in gold, but I won't weep,
not all the things we lose are cheap.
This is the art, the sacred art
of letting go.
Let the love we had remain unspoken,
a fragile glass that stays unbroken.
I'll smile where sorrows meant to grow,
some pain is pure and we must let it show.
So go now, darling, drift like snow.
You taught me what I didn't know,
that love can end and still be true,
and part of me will stay with you.
In the quiet art, there's no blood
of letting go.
I let you go, but never from
the part of me
where love still knows your name.
This song, "Letting Go," is a subtle, poetic meditation on a love that was true but couldn't last. It's not a classic breakup ballad filled with regret and resentment. On the contrary, it's a mature, tender farewell, in which each verse is like a breath filled with memories.
This is a song that not only tells a story but also teaches how to love with dignity, even when you have to let go.