Let Her Go

The morning sun is touching empty walls. A quiet echo lingers through the halls. Pictures fade, but memories remain. Like distant footsteps calling through the rain. I try to hold a moment in my hands. Like grains of sand slipping through again. Now the road ahead is all I know. Sometimes love means let her go. Let her go. Let the river flow. Let her go. Even when it hurts so. Let her go. Watch her wings unfold. Let her go. And let her find her own. The city lights are fading one by one. Another chapter ending with the sun. The heart remembers every gentle touch. The things we miss are often loved too much. The stars above keep shining from afar. Reminding me of who we really are. Some stories bloom and some just softly close. That's why sometimes you let her go. Let her go. Let the river flow. Let her go. Even when it hurts so. Let her go. Watch her wings unfold. Let her go. And let her find her own. Oh,