“Hold on, hold on,” they said,
You’re a dandelion in the breeze,
Look what the winds of change have done to all these autumn leaves.”
“Hold on, hold on, hold on,
This big wide world is not for you,
Hold on long enough, for the last gust to dance in through.”
So I held on, held on, held on,
They said that how you’re strong,
But not until I wilted,
Did I notice something wrong?
I thought holding on was bravery,
But when the winds of change blow,
Sometimes it’s even braver still.
To let go, let go, let go…