Moving On

Gone is gone—what’s lost is past,
No use in holding shadows fast;
I need a heart both firm and strong,
To leave behind what once went wrong.

No more thoughts that circle back,
No more time on that old track;
No more hopes in oceans thrown,
Where silent dreams are overgrown.

I turn my steps to days ahead,
Where quiet strength will gently spread;
And when the final dusk appears,
I’ll meet my love beyond these years
My mom, whose arms still wait for me.