Mojoe Music

Letting Go
Every morning starts the same, reaching for a hand that isn’t there.
The silence fills this empty space, like a whisper hanging in the air.
I still turn to tell you things, I still hear your voice inside my head.
Some days I swear you’re are right beside me, some days feel like you have truly left

Everybody says time heals all wounds, but nobody tells me how to walk this without you.
Or who I’m supposed to be now.

How do I let go, when all I want is to hold on?
How do I face tomorrow when the one I need is gone.
Do I learn to live without you, or keep your memory alive.
Is the answer acceptance, or the tears I try to hide.
I’m standing in the wreckage, trying to find where I belong.
Tell me how do I let go, when all I want is to hold on.

I see you in the little things, a favorite song or a passing smile
The lessons that you left behind, still help me walk another mile.
Maybe love never really disappears, maybe it just changes form.
Becomes the strength inside our hearts that carries us through every storm.

Maybe healing isn’t leaving everything we had behind.
Maybe it’s finding ways to keep you with me without losing my mind.

How do I let go, when all I want is to hold on?
How do I face tomorrow when the one I need is gone.
Do I learn to live without you, or keep your memory alive.
Is the answer acceptance, or the tears I try to hide.
I’m standing in the wreckage, trying to find where I belong.
Tell me how do I let go, when all I want is to hold on.

Maybe you’re not really gone. Maybe you’re still in every part of me.
In every scar, in every lesson, in every dream I still believe.
Maybe letting go means understanding love was never meant to end.
And though I can no longer walk beside you, I will forever carry you within.

I think I’m learning to let go, without ever letting you go.
The love we shared still lights the darkness, more than you’ll ever know.
I’ll face this world without you, but you’ll be with me all along.
And that’s how I let go, by carrying your love on
No, you’re never really gone, as long as I hold you in my heart.
No, you’re never really gone, as long as your memory plays it’s part.
And I’ll keep moving forward, though a piece of me still belongs.
To the one I had to lose, and the love I still hold on to.