To my past self,
for whom I feel the utmost
If I met you now, I would break.
Let tears for you,
Let you find the warmth in me now,
Let you cry in my arms.
If I met you now, I would love.
Let you know that I am thankful,
Let the person we are give you the hope you never had,
Let you feel the relief in every breath you take.
If I met you now, I would untie.
Let my arms gently fall from around you,
Let tranquility wash over me,
Let faith gently untangle you from me.
You will see me again, I promise you.
And when you do, you will know: