There was a time.

There was a time that I couldn't let it all pass by, but not now, now I’m waving as I watch it go.
I wouldn't say that I’m giving in, just letting it all pass by in the wind.
There once was a time, I couldn't help but try and hold on to what I didn't understand.
I wanted to mend things, make them right again.
But slowly I’ve realized it isn't my job, I don't control the wind.
Don’t get me wrong, of course I’d do it all over again, but I’m out of time now, no longer can I try to block out the wind.
I’ve found that it's an unstoppable force, and no amount of time can ever change that.
It’s something I’ve learned to live with or more appropriately I should say, without.