we all leave and let go

there's a story i know
we all leave and let go
there is nothing to hold us

in a moment of time
when the fruit becomes wine
and the thought becomes the memory

all of your sorrow
maybe tomorrow
will fade away in the air...

-Goldenhorse, 'Maybe Tomorrow'

haven't found the words yet. not sure the thoughts are really there yet either. it's a bit surreal. i just know that i probably don't tell my family i love them enough. you're in my heart and thoughts and i do love you. more than words.