It begins when you’re tired of the weight,
Of carrying wounds that never recuperate,
When you choose that peace is worth,
More than the torment you utilized to feel.
It’s in the minute when you excuse,
Not to disregard, but to discharge,
The hold the past has had on you,
To discover in your heart a calm peace.
Its when holding on as well tight,
Has kept you from the present’s gift,
You open your hands and let it drop,
The burden that’s been difficult to lift.
Its when you select the here and presently,
Over the shadows of whats been,
And let the warmth of this modern day,
Replace the cold of where you’ve been.
At what point do you disregard past hatred,
Its when you figure it out that life’s tooshort to stew.
And open your heart to whats in front of you,
To live in the display, where dreams come true.
So, let it go, the past’s ancient song,
And walk in the light, free and brand new.
For in the show lies your strength,
Where life starts and trust is brewed.
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