The moon, full in splendor, 
Glittering off the face of the water, 
Oh night! When I was willing to let go. 

Face filled with fear, you held unto me,
For your life depended on it, 
Eyes blinded by anger, 
I did not see past the bravery in your grip,
And I willingly let go

Now my heart bounces off the pure shades of guilt, 
My head questions a thousand times over,
Was it really anger or pride? - To prove undeniable importance? 
Or was it hate that made me let go? 

For down into your watery grave, you sank, 
Being choked by your own blood, 
And body having no more connection with the head, 
You let go.

Now I sit in the darkness of my life,
Fighting through my guilt and loneliness, 
Seeking for a way out of my pain, 
Searching for that silver lining that bounces off the radiance of the sun, 
And the forgiveness within in order to let go. 

Deep within me, I know, 
That self forgiveness is my way out, 
But that I do not wish,
For I am not willing to let go of your memories.