Letting Go
I'm tired. I've had enough.
I've tried hold, holding on.
My fingers are slipping from the edge.
I'm letting, letting go.
Down endlessly Im falling,
Falling into a black abyss.
There is a light ahead.
I go over to it.
It's too bright,
So I'm running, running away.
It's a bright sunny day.
There is a small group surrounding something.
I head towards them.
They are mourners in a cemetary.
I look at the headstone.
My name is on it.
Then I remember what happened.
I remember letting, letting go.
I've tried hold, holding on.
My fingers are slipping from the edge.
I'm letting, letting go.
Down endlessly Im falling,
Falling into a black abyss.
There is a light ahead.
I go over to it.
It's too bright,
So I'm running, running away.
It's a bright sunny day.
There is a small group surrounding something.
I head towards them.
They are mourners in a cemetary.
I look at the headstone.
My name is on it.
Then I remember what happened.
I remember letting, letting go.
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