I'm done with looking back,
Through the mist of memories,
Where shadows of regrets,
Once danced with whispered dreams.
I'm done with holding on,
To echoes of what could have been,
Letting go of frail illusions,
That weighed my spirit down.
Yet those echoes still linger,
Softly in the corners of my mind,
A melancholy melody,
Of moments left behind.
I'm done with waiting for time,
To turn its course,
Now embracing every moment,
With renewed strength and force.
But the echoes of the past,
They whisper in the breeze,
Reminding me of paths untrod,
And broken promises.
I'm done with tears that fell,
Like rain upon my soul,
Now I stand beneath clear skies,
Where hope and courage roll.
Yet tears still stain my cheeks,
For what I left behind,
A sorrowful symphony,
Of what I couldn't find.
I'm done with looking back,
For the future calls my name,
A path unfolds before me,
With promise I reclaim.
But shadows in the dusk,
They remind me of the cost,
Of letting go and moving on,
Of everything I've lost.
I'm done with the old me,
In the mirror, a new face gleams,
For I've found my way forward,
In the light of endless dreams.
