Let Go

I used to think that fall was just the saddest season

Long goodbyes and flowers die for no good reason

I used to think that dreams were meant for holding on to

Never letting them fly or take root

And then I heard it, a whisper in the forest

Kinda quiet

Yeah I heard it, a voice that's saying let go

And you'll find it, it said

Be like the leaves and let go

Go like the breeze and breathe hope