There once was a woman, so wise and so bright,
A true hero to people, a guiding light.
With her voice, her charm, and knowledge so grand,
She led with a heart and a kind, gentle hand.
She was tender and loving, her spirit was true,
The world seemed to shine wherever she flew.
I reached out in hopes, but felt such a shame,
For I doubted she’d know or remember my name.
Though I sent her my words, no reply came my way,
I’m sure that she saw, but nothing to say.
I sensed her near, her spirit’s soft glow,
But I wondered if she knew, or even cared to know.
Was it all an illusion, a trick of the mind?
Had I simply enchanted myself, to be blind?
For love has its ways, both freeing and tight,
It builds up dreams, then fades out of sight.
So I love, and let go, it’s my curse and my call,
To release all the things that mean anything at all.
Even my soul, I must set it free,
For holding on tight is not meant for me.
In the letting go, there’s peace to be found,
In losing the weight, I rise from the ground.
For though she may never know I exist,
I’ll carry her wisdom, her love, in my midst.
A blessing, a burden, a lesson that’s true
To love and release, that’s what I must do.
For heroes may lead and light up the sky,
But sometimes their answers are found in goodbye.
