"Hold on, hold on, hold on," they said,
"You are a dandelion in the breeze
Look what the winds of change have done,
to all these autumn leaves."

"Hold on, hold on, hold on,
This 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 holding on was bravery,
But when winds of change do blow,
Sometimes it is even braver still,
to let go, let go, let go.

~e.h~