Let it go, he told her, water under the bridge
Let’s forget that we crossed it
That memory, just toss it!
Drowning false idols is no sacrilege

Let it go, he told her, just accept the way it is
The fire that burned cleansed us all
Pride always goeth before the fall
But laurels don’t rest on who lives or forgives

These contradictions just serve to perplex me
As I play out this game of circular chess
Moves to explain this animosity
A Queen for my fratricidal duress

Who rocked you and held you and worshiped your essence
And now you can’t deign to suffer my presence
Time is the salve for all kinds of wounds

So I don’t need cauldrons, or witches or brooms
I’ll take this moment to whisper a word
And let this silent grievance be heard

Searching like Hera into the night
While Zeus lies quiescent under my light
I can’t know it all and I can’t know it now
But I’ll make myself this solemn vow

I’ll drown in this water
Go down with this bridge
And I know that this is just how it is
But that doesn’t change this grave injustice

To drown is to stand for something more real
For something that matters
Not all wounds will heal
But I’ll go down with this bridge with just one regret
That life can’t be cleansed from just getting wet