The art of letting go and letting be…the essence of assisting freedom.
Why is it we strive to force people to see things the way that we do?
Why is it we cannot allow others to make their own way through?
What will it be?
How can it be?
I cannot answer, but I wish I knew
When someone is making their way, cant we all cheer them on?
If they fly to close to the sun, do we shun or give them a shield to don
We can; but sadly we rarely take the time or put forth the effort
Our lives interlink and yet finding love is like finding water in the desert
We shield ourselves from everything because fear has us afraid of the hurt
Wish we knew that we can get back all of we put forth and all we exert
Unafraid; to give our neighbor our bread, our ear, our only shirt
What is life if we forgot how to live purposefully?
When we die what can we say was the reason we breathed?
What is it all worth?
What will they say we taught our children to want or believe?
What will it be?
What will it be?
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