Drop the things that weigh so heavy,
When the road is long you can’t afford to be slow,
And the ship that has endured the storm
Cannot be afraid of that little wind that blows.
So let go and be free,
And happiness will come to thee.

When you give a lot and get very little,
It’s okay, pat your back, you’re bigger.
The leavers leave you’ve got a little to lose,
Lessons to learn in the light of bridges that burn.
So lose all the weights, all the chain of past,
What is meant to be will last and last.
So let go and be free,
And happiness will come to thee.

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