I have no corner of this round world
That I call home
Once I’d flown, mine was overgrown
And it’s gone,
But I’ve made my peace with the road.
I have scattered mementos,
Shadows and spaces,
Of the faces I’ve loved, the places
I’ve known
But I’ve held none of them close.
I’ve learned to let go
Of everything once, if I loose my grip
And it slips away, then my grip
Was the only thing making it stay
And my grip is bound to fail one day.
The greater my affection,
The stronger the protection
In letting go of those
Who were never holding on.
But the goodbye burns slow.