Woorden: Jill Phillips. Writing On The Wall. Hanging On.

The weight I fastened on trying to make my world run
Almost pinned me to the floor
I could not orchestrate one solitary day
And the more I worked I found my efforts all in vain

I believe that I need to let go of these things
To be free
So help me stop this hanging on

All my worry got was more of what I did not want
A love of power and control
Every hour running kept me in my starting place
When I finally rested I began to win this race

There is only so much I can do with these two hands
Precious is the freedom when I finally understand
That I need to let go of these things