I let go

Past is gone
Future's come
Present sings songs never sung
Present smells scents never known

Reminded of the fools you mate
I must run for our inner sake
I let go of that story
And run fast for my glory

'Cause what is past is done
Its tales are far, far gone
And I see presents here
But let me first dry those tears
Happy new year


por Igor Basseggio