I swore I'd never be one of those,nNumb, vindictive, chained to a ghostnI chant a worn-out MantranToday's the day I let gonSome bricks keep coming back,nNo matter where you throw 'em.nnLosing's a part of livingnSomething we all go throughn'Least that's what you tell yourselfnAs it's happening to younn'Read in some book,nIt takes about a year to let gonYet some people keep hanging onnTo their unbreakable ropesnnI stare up into the skynAnd pray for the light, to chase away the nightnnHey, Star, nHow about (just) a little light, to show me where you are?nHey, Star,nA little mercy here would go pretty farnHey, Star,nIs this the year, the year we're letting go?nHey, Star.nn