Let it go... Let it flow... I wrote a few words I could never say, folded them small and sealed them away. Green glass shining under the sun, I gave it the river and watched it run. I followed the bank, I tried to keep pace, but the water kept pulling it out of my reach. I ran till the river was faster than me. One little secret heading out to sea. Where the river takes it, I will never know. Maybe to the bottom, maybe where the warm tides go. Where the river takes it, I can’t follow anymore. Maybe someone finds it washed up on another shore. Let it drift. Let it roll. Let the water choose. Where the river takes it, I’ve got nothing left to lose. Let it go... Let it flow... Where it ends, I’ll never know. I saw it flash once around the bend, then the river swallowed what I couldn’t send. I stood by the water, watched daylight fade, thinking of the distance one small bottle made. No hand on the current. No road to the blue. The ocean was waiting for something I knew. Maybe it’s sinking. Maybe it’s free. Maybe it’s carrying something of me. Where the river takes it, I will never know. Maybe to the bottom, maybe where the warm tides go. Where the river takes it, I can’t follow anymore. Maybe someone finds it washed up on another shore. Let it drift. Let it roll. Let the water choose. Where the river takes it, I’ve got nothing left to lose. I won’t tell you what I wrote inside. Maybe forgiveness. Maybe goodbye. Maybe a question I never could say. Maybe some words need to sail away. Where the river takes it, I will never know. Maybe to the bottom, maybe where the warm tides go. Where the river takes it, I can’t follow anymore. Maybe someone finds it washed up on another shore. Let it drift. Let it roll. Let the whole thing choose. Where the river takes it, I’ve got nothing left to lose. Let it go... Let it flow... Maybe it’s waiting. Maybe it’s gone. Where the river takes it, the water moves on.
