It takes a lot of going nowhere, until you find it's not
about the place.
It takes a lot of being no one, until you find it's not
about the face.
It takes a lot of birth and death, until you ask who's
really in control.
It takes a lot of love and pain, until you learn the art
of letting go.
Let go go go go.
It takes a lot of hurtful thoughts, until you tame the
jerk inside your head.
It takes a lot of feeling lost, until you find you're
always where you're led.
It takes a lot of broken heart to wonder why we get what
we've got.
But we get what we've got
and when it comes to Heart, my friend,
you've got a lot.