In a forest whimsical,

The trees sway side to side,

There is a centered path at hand,

The one you never tried,

The one you fought for all these years,

Let go, it falls away,

Let go of what is dead and gone,

There is another way,

For what you fear the most is gone,

It's in an ancient grave,

Do not sit and remain there,

There is nothing there to save,

Let lightness carry now your feet,

And hover towards the sky,

Be like a bird without the weight,

Let go and you shall fly.