Let It Go
The past is like a tornado that cuts a deadly path.
Through heartache and regression it can fill the soul with wrath.
When dreams are dust and hope is faint it's time for letting go.
There's nothing left but compromise and no seeds left to sow.
You might become a prisoner in your own circumstance.
Unless you rise above the fray and bravely take a chance.
A chance to live the present and forgive your history.
Just let go of the pain and life won't be a mystery.
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