Becoming trude from the ruins Poet Lay

Let It Be

I gave my heart, it bled so deep,
Tried to hold on, but couldn’t keep,
Nights were cold, tears fell like rain,
Whispered low, let go the pain.

I searched for love, but it slipped free,
Flickers lost where light should be,
Through all the hurt, I learned to see—
Maybe sometimes you just gotta let it be.

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