The Art of Letting Go
Rachel Collis
I carried my burden down to the river
My knuckles were white from clutching so tight for so long
And I waded in and attempted to drown it
But couldn’t let go cause I feared for my life, is that wrong?
I need a highly skilled surgeon to cut out this burden entangled in me
And I need some bloody good answers urgently.
Chorus:
Tell me how to fertilise hope
Teach me the art of letting go
And tell me where fresh visions grow
Teach me the art of letting go.
Is life just a process of trying and falling?
Of knowing your calling but never achieving the prize?
With a red pen in hand I will make my amendments
Deleting and shedding, is that what it takes to be wise?
I need a prize-winner author to re-write the script that is running around in my head.
Tell her that it must be inspiring, it must place me in good stead.
Chorus:
Tell me how to fertilise hope
Teach me the art of letting go
Tell me where fresh visions grow.
Teach me the art of letting go.