The boy’s story was that
One day without any
warning
She said that’s enought
hands off which
He found cause for
mourning
You said you never
worried
You saw her in control
But you didn’t share
your thoughts on
Being vulnerable
Perhaps you thought
that she could choose
But she could neither
love nor lose
To
her
It’s
all the same
But
what if you had told her
Letting
go’s okay for the weak
Not
the strong
So
we’ll hold on
Hold
on
You were her role model
and
She could tell you were
at battle
She thought you fought
the stoic fight and
Got the message that it
mattered
It could have been
genetic
But maybe she adopted
thick skin
Unconscious of the
circumstances
She nonetheless know
she could not win a-
Gainst what was only
the first
Collision of the
universe
To
her
It’s
all the same
But
what if you had told her
Letting
go’s okay for the weak
Not
the strong
So
we’ll hold on
Hold
on
Too young to
Remember
She soon grew
Too well
rehearsed
To see an-y
Moment
Your back foot
Follow the first
So hide
Your pet fox
While you hold
Your insides in
And she fig-
ures out how
To live with
Out intestines
To
her
It’s
all the same
But
what if you had told her
What
if you had told her
It’s
all the same
But
what if you had told her
What
if you had told her
Hold
on
We’ll
hold on
Hold
on