letting go

We must let go

Of those hurtful things,

That burn and hiss

And bite and sting

 

That hurt the heart

And clip our wings,

Where we can't fly

And we can't sing

 

I think it's time

To turn the page,

Turn to the light

And quiet the rage

 

Forgive the slights

We cannot change,

And spread our wings

To escape this cage

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