Letting go from Quincy by Kimaya Diggs

LETTING GO

Birds fly, red eye
Twice shy, sideline.
A memory of venom in my arm and heart
I've made a big mistake.

Cold tide, a fire with you at my side
Awaiting your voice in my mind.

All we need for all we know
Is practice in letting go.

We're undone,
Disappointed the sun is gone
I never meant to run
I don't need a mother,
Thought that I had you
Expired, bone tired, hardwired,
There is nothing left for me.

All we need, for all we know
Is practice in letting go.

We are the waves on this empty shore,
What's left to be seen?
And far beyond us,
Who knows what we mean?

All we need, for all we know
Is practice in letting go.

• Americana
• R&B/Soul
• americana rock alt-folk
• folk
• grief
• indie
• jazz
• singer-songwriter
• soul
• Northampton