In the silence of the night, I hear the whisper,
Of a truth that cuts deep, a truth that makes me shiver,
You don't belong to me, though I wish it weren't so,
You're a free spirit, destined to go where you must go.

I hold onto memories, like fragile threads of gold,
But I know deep down, our story has been told,
You don't belong to me, you're meant to roam,
To explore the world, to find your true home.

I've felt your presence, like a gentle breeze,
But I know I can't hold onto you with ease,
You don't belong to me, you're a wild flame,
Burning bright and fierce, never meant to tame.

I've loved you deeply, with all that I have,
But I understand now, it's time...