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THE ART OF LETTING GO


Mom squeezed my hand, said I hope you understand,
Doctors say I can't stay to watch you grow,
We both cried as we held hands and said goodbye,
I was much to young back then but now I know,

Saying goodbye never deals the final blow.

It's knowing they're not coming back,
It's wondering if you did all you could,
To let them know how much they really meant to you,
It's never getting another note or call,
Little things you'll miss most of all,
And knowing for sure no one can take their place,
That's why the hardest lesson learned in life I know,
Is the art of letting go.

These days I find, our most fragile gift is time,
Like memories shared with those we treasure most,
So there's no regrets when final words are said,
When you have to turn away and let them go,

Walking away never deals the final blow.

(Repeat Chorus)





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