Oh buddy, it's time to let go
This weight will make you drown
You can and will win, we both know
But not with your past stepping on your gown
Trust me, I know it's hard
Those memories are close to your heart
Your past, I am not telling you to disregard
But you shouldn't let that trauma tear you apart
You think your sufferings are concealed
But I can see you bleeding on the battlefield
Oh buddy, it's time to let go
This weight will make you drown
Allow your emotions to flow
Staying attached to your hut will make you lose the crown
I am not telling you to forget
Cause I know that can't happen
But don't let it make you upset
Overcome that unfair misshapen
You might have walked alone through hell but still smiled for the world
But mate, don't you let that inner, unhealed child get unfurled
Oh buddy, it's time to let go
This weight will make you drown
You might have gone down with a blow
Yet still stood strong to fool the entire town
You have learned your lesson now
Stop torturing yourself with flashbacks
Even a farmer puts down his heavy plough
A woodcutter washes away the guilt, lowers the axe
It's time to step out of the dark shallow shadow
Buddy, it's over...Now, it's time to let go...
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Hey there, depressed souls! There is a slight change in the publishing pattern. Now, I would be updating every Sunday instead of Saturday. Also, I didn't publish any bonus update BECAUSE I was working on this masterpiece. It needed some final touches. So, I decided to let it shine even if it meant a late update.
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