So things are not the same
Cut all loss and walk away
What was said is done, so independence comes
And there none the like

No more lonely souls under changing leaves
And no more weary wrecks
Seeking harmony
While waiting for their rest

So choice is always free
Granted, nothing is but sure
Death won't set us free, nor will misery
When we fear those words

We fear that we'll erode
Quick with no control

I won't lay sick and sorely
With my soul uneasy
And the ground beneath me hollow and breaking up
Cracking to swallow me whole

When we get cut
It's good to know that
Sweet disasters
Are just as precious
We fall down to kiss the ground
And live to love and lose
All is well, if all fails
At least we'll know the truth