"Hold on, hold on, hold on" they said
Your a dandelion in the breeze
Look what the winds of change have done
To all these autumn leaves
"Hold on, hold on, hold on"
The big wide world is not for you
Hold on for long enough
For the last gust to dance on through
So I held on, held on, held on
They said that's how you know you're strong
But not until I wilted
Did I notice something wrong?
I thought of holding on was bravery
But when the winds of change blow
Sometimes it's even braver still to
Let go, let go , let go
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
