I forgive you
for everything
Can you please forgive me
I want to forget
all of the past
Misfortunes that seem to last
Do we let go
Do we hang on
Do we let it die
Or drag it along
It’s about time
Right or wrong
Do we let go
Do we hang on
I forgive you
for everything
Can you please forgive me
I want to forget
all of the past
Misfortunes that seem to last
Do we let go
Do we hang on
Do we let it die
Or drag it along
It’s about time
Right or wrong
Do we let go
Do we hang on
Let go of some talks
Not all talks are talks
You can't swim
More than a frog
Stop showing off
Because you can't
Have it all
Everyone got what they lack.
Don't take some walk
Not all walks are walks
Some you might not return
You can't be brighter
Than Sirius
You're just a minus
Because you'll die one day.
You can't flock with all
Let go of some folks
You can't tell the time
More than the clock
Base on our programming
You live with
What you have or know.
we wrestle with our issues
thinking we run this show
unwilling to let God
have the control
let go, let God
submit and release
let go, let God
grant us perfect peace
stubborn, obstinate
Is the nature of man
reluctant to cleave
to God's mighty hands
let go, let God
submit and release
let go, let God
grant us perfect peace
life is complicated
difficulties arise
but as His offspring
we should surmise
God our creator
who gave us life
Sent us a savior
Jesus the Christ
He works for our good
He does the most
gave us love, power
and the Holy Ghost
So let go, let God
submit and release
let go, let God
grant us perfect peace
let go, let God
submit and release
let go, let God
Grant us perfect peace
no longer to wrestle
no longer to fight
let go, let God
show His love and His might
Let go, let God
it's been too long not to be happy and live my own life
I brush my pen to hone,
Knowing the time I spent for you would never be alone.
For him I cherish, not the bond we embellish,
Where my sin once found it sweet,
Let my poem heal for you to repeat.
Suffering the wrath of my walls,
Shielding me in your arms,
Holding me tight as you poured out your soul,
Shrinking the sand that slips through your palms.
Avoiding the love that you once found,
Thankful for this day as time goes by,
Waving to the love I lost, we say our goodbyes.
Nothing left to change, no excuses to turn the page.
LET GO
Drift away to the land of distant peace
Let go of your stress and many worries
As though they were nothing but old wax
Forever melting like a burning candle
Give no thought to those who upset you
They are not worthy of your allegiance
Nor can they be understanding allies
Let them go away with their hostilities
Let go of all your strong fears
They need not control your life
Be not a coward when fears attack
Regardless of their appearances-Let Go!
you are the symbol of my dream closer to my heart
there is nothing in this world to separate us apart
that which keeps sharp the mind I follow like the wave
brave as a lion to enjoy the silence in a cave
like the blossom of the lotus in the morning dew
I begin to speak with the sunrise to get a cue
few unspoken words whisper I share with the butterfly
try to understand that the love for you makes me cry
for the many challenges I overcome you showed me the light
though I am blind you inspired me to fight
right under the golden sun I have no reason for you to forsake
make me this promise to stay beside me whatever it may take
with confidence and humility my love for you is pure
no matter how deep the pain I will continue to endure
cure for anger and hate I carry the nectar of faith
wait for me oh my beloved i beg the God of fate.
What if I just let go?
An Architect of Ruins: built upon an unpredictable,
Sandstorm. With full knowledge of its consequences.
The contractor's role in assisting with the outcome.
Was the price to pay as tools used to construct the
anchor that is already sinking?
This is the familiar toxicity of a well-known friend.
While displaying their fully furnished turnkey.
Craving stability, but chose the sandstorm.
Like cutting off body parts, then stitching them
together with thorn wires, suggested by the hired
contractor. Who has made it a wreckage, and now grasping in corrosive shattered sandstorm, having,
shown the turnkey project.
Subcontractors are now on the punch list.
Where is the willingness to surrender this pain?
These hands are the only thing that’s binding time.
Of your own undoing.
To stop the bleeding, you must drop the permit.
We keep going back and forth in our minds
We tell ourselves we just need some time
The truth keeps staring us in the face
So we put up a hard fight to change our ways
What is it that we're afraid of losing
It's better if we let life do the choosing
Better safe than sorry is what most people say
Fighting because we don't want to regret it one day
We ignore the signs that screams it's time to let go
So we decide to take a break or to take things slow
It's hard to let go because of the fear of the unknown
Enduring each fight than the pain of being alone
Letting go would mean being alone with the memories
While asking ourselves why did we gave up so easily
Meditating over should of, could of, would of's
Not sure where holding on would have put us
We would eventually ruin ourselves keeping up this charade
So we need to let go and stop marching this parade.
the babbling brook carries laughter- let your worries flow downstream
I don't know how I got there
But I didn't want to let go
I wanted to hold on longer
I wanted to stay where I was
I didn't intend to let go
Maybe I slipped
Maybe I didn't hold on tight enough
Now I'm left sitting alone
Reaching for the hand I wanted to hold a little longer
Like a flower
On a bright morning
As it lurches towards the sunlight
I'll try again tomorrow
And maybe
Just maybe
I'll be able to hold on
A little longer.
sand in between my toes felt cool this morning
the temperature has changed, now it is gritty and hot
uncomfortable feelings now, I need a bath
I turn and look at the sea one last time
the beach is not as full today
people are dribbling off to college campuses
families are in line at shoe stores for new school shoes
summer is waving good-bye to all of us
she knows she will not see us again for a year
I am conflicted
wanting bonfires and football games
but reluctant to let go of the freedom of summer
I’ve read a lot of books
And I’m sure there’s another one out there
Another life, another world, other words
Another book waiting to be opened
Maybe its cover is pretty
Maybe the blurb isn’t ty
Maybe the book is perfection
But oh, how much I love the one I’ve just read
I’ve read it before and kept it back
Yet I always seem to come back
It’s not mine, it’s borrowed
It’s ever so good and I can’t stop reading
But there’s an empty spot on someone’s shelf
Someone else would probably understand the book better
Someone else would probably take better care of it
Maybe this one’s not meant to be my favourite
Just an introduction to a genre
Oh but the cover’s so gorgeous
And the blurb is too short
Because the book is so deep, so lovely, so calling
And I can’t put it down, I’m all in
But i have to, so I place it away
I tell myself to try other books
Tell myself to get out of my slump
But I still leave my bookmark on my favourite page
We had been loving
Until that single moment
Where we both knew that
It was time to go.
I answered a simple: "Ok."
But it was needed.
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