I feel as though I'm holding onto broken glass,

Like I won't let go of his dying or dead affection,

Like I'm trying to fly with a broken wing

Let go of the glass and come here,

I will mend your broken wing so it will heal,

With gentle hands and soft spoken words

I will help you get well

Thank you I'm trying to let go of the glass

But I feel as though this is my last chance to fly

If I let go of this I will have no reason to soar,

And he captures my heart every time I say goodbye

Last chance? Ha I laugh at that!

There is always reason to soar,

No need to hit the floor,

Don't say goodbye for this isn't the end

You will always have a piece of him and him of you,

But honey it's through 'moving on is hard to do but it's how we grow

Now it's time for the next show

In this theater we call life