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Pierced in the heart by a sinister dark |
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Thrown from and insecure tongue |
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Unaware of the arrow sticking out of her chest |
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Embedded when she was so young |
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I never would have thought |
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That the poison would rot |
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Away and away and away, it eats at her pride |
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And she constantly hides, afraid of what others will say |
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And often at night she turns out the light |
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Anxiously waiting for sleep |
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The world of her dreams is better it seems |
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There she can finally be free |
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But the arrow it stays, it's there when she wakes |
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Binding her feet to the ground |
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Perpetually holding her back from her goals |
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A mountain she can't get around |
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Let it go, dear |
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And let your worries fall |
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Let it go, dear |
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Nothing to fear at all |
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Let it go, dear |
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Now she is old, her body is cold |
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Alone in the bed as she cries |
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Nobody visits and tells her how alone |
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She quietly closes her eyes |
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Through all of her days, arrows remain |
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Never permitting release |
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And with her last breath she is waiting for death |
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Hoping for peace |
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Let it go, dear |
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And let your worries fall |
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Let it go, dear |
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Nothing to fear at all |
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Let it go, dear |
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Let it go, dear |
