With open hands, I let it go,
The weight, the worry, the endless woe.
A gentle breeze, a soft, warm light,
Dances free through the quiet night.
Like butterflies in flight they soar,
Gracing the air, forevermore.
Each fragile wing a whispered plea,
To set the soul from all it must be.
I hold no more the things I crave,
Nor chase the dreams I couldn't save.
I give them to the winds to roam,
For they no longer call me home.
In letting go, I find my peace,
The restless heart begins to cease.
No longer bound by silent fears,
I release my doubts, my hurt, my tears.
So with open hands, I free the past,
The moments lost, too brief, too fast.
The light, the wings, the dreams so bright,
They carry me into the endless night.
And in this quiet, tender space,
I find the strength to embrace grace.
For what I let go will always stay,
In the light, the wings, that lead the way.
