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
