He doesn't know how to let go…
What do you do when you gain everything you think you want…but lose everything you think you need?
I was a husband, a father, a politician. Now, I'm just lost.
Maybe they can help find me, I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't be found.
Maybe the devastation that is my life should be allowed to crumble and decay.
There is no comfort in a funeral dirge, no solace in empty words spoken to me.
There is no release from this hell but death, and I can't do that yet.
I don't know how to let go.
But…maybe they can help me hold on.