In the art of
release I'll find the certainty of an inverted mind.
For every weight I lay to rest, I'll
discover the freedom of my quest.
Through the tears and the sighs,
I'll bid farewell
or goodbyes.
Falling and letting go,
I'll see the beauty of possibility.
Letting go
is a tender grace, a journey to a sacred space.
So I'll surrender to the flow and let the
currents carry me where I need to go.
In the art of release I'll find the strength and
leave the past behind.
And like a phoenix from the flame,
I'll rise anew and bound by
shame.
In the art of release I'll find the certainty
of an inverted mind.
For every weight I lay to rest,
I'll discover the freedom of my quest.
Through the tears and the sighs,
I'll bid farewell or goodbyes.
Falling and letting go,
I'll see the beauty of possibility.
Letting go is a tender grace,
a journey to a sacred space.
So I'll surrender to the flow and let
the currents carry me where I need to go.
In the art of release I'll find the
strength and leave the past behind.
And like a phoenix from the flame,
I'll rise anew and bound by shame.
I'll surrender to the flow and let the
currents carry me where I need to go.