Out with the old and in with the new
It’s not something I’m sure I’m ready to do
The old is gone, I cannot change that
But new means you’re no longer here to chat
New Year they say brings new hope
So why do I feel liking I’m walking a tightrope
I wish you all well, I truly do
But please allow me to still feel blue
My grief doesn’t pause for the holiday
I wish I didn’t feel this way
But I need room and space to grieve
I cannot accept joy I’m not ready to receive
Give me grace as I travel alone down this road
When my grieving no longer requires all of my soul,
I’ll rise like the Phoenix as a new season unfolds