What I can do
To stop thinking of you?
To stop remembering you?
To stop caring about you?
In other words:
Measure the depth of the ocean.
Ride a burning comet.
Stop being all that I am.
I promise, I tried.
Believe me, I can’t.
This is in God’s hands,
He’s holding my heart.
Never again to contact you?
Make no mistake,
No song and dance about it,
That is something I can do.
And you have it, my gift to you,
The only present you ever requested,
I give with gratitude.
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