And so She let go Of the pages that remained Let go Let go Let go No epilogue No swan song Just memories and space Don't go Don't go Don't go Do I look up or look within? It's all too final to make sense Do I need something to believe in? To feel the beating of her wings Don't go Don't go Don't go There's no sense No real end Just a turning of a page Why oh? Why oh? Why? Do I look up or look within? It's all too final to make sense Do I need something to believe in? To feel the beating of her wings And I remember everything All the love and joy she'd bring Is that something to believe in? Is that the beating of her wings?