You are waiting on a beach
For a healing word to come.
Maybe an apology in a bottle.
Maybe a flare that says, "I'm sorry."
And the hurting leaves you numb.

Will you forgive?
Will you forget?
Will you live what you know?
He left his rights,
Will you leave yours?
You don't understand it.
Let it go.

You are waiting on a beach.
This is where the east meets west.
And as another sun sets on your anger,
The darkness laughs as the wound destroys.
And it turns your prayers to noise.

Will you forgive?
Will you forget?
Will you live what you know?
He left his rights,
Will you leave yours?
You won't understand it.
Let it go.
You won't understand it.
Let it go.

This bitterness you hide,
It seeps into your soul
And it steals you joy
'Til it's all you know.
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go.

Will you forgive?
Will you forget?
Will you live what you know?
He left his rights,
Will you leave yours?
You won't understand it.
Let it go.

Will you forgive?
Will you forget?
Will you live what you know?
Beneath the cross
You hear His words,
"Father, forgive them,"
And you know.
You can't understand it.
Let it go.

Just let it go.

By Steve Taylor, Peter Furler