She looks over her shoulder with a half specific glare,   As if it were the past   An interception of intentions from a once familiar path,    A promise broken in half      So she let go      On the pages of a memo are picturesque cliches   she once called providence   Fragments of Picassos with running lines undone   That wrecked her confidence   Is there any sense why she let go      It was what she thought was right   Through all the gloom and might of living in between   And it was like she said   A chance to learn instead   Of staying in the lines and never knowing why    She stumbles through the door   Were the angels fighting demons in the corner of her room   Or was it happenstance   That she would catch a glimpse of loving safety more than life   A faithless circumstance      So she let go      It was what she thought was right   Through all the gloom and might of living in between   And it was like she said   A chance to learn instead   Of staying in the lines and never knowing why    She stumbles through the door      Now her reasoning is theory living out a grand crusade   Of greater magnitude   And the consequence of failure is a possibility   But will it break the truth   Oh she won't know   Until she lets go   And if what she thought was right   Through all the gloom and might of living in between   And it was like she said   A chance to learn instead   Of staying in the lines and never knowing why    She stumbles through the door   She stumbles through the door   She stumbles through the door