the cycle of things

don't hold on so hard
there are some things
you have to let go

they are made for other
times
other places they must go
in the

cycle of things
the sun the moon sweet spring
will wake me up again

and when you had it in your hand
you held it far too tight
the feathers fell and softly
drifted off

to fly it needs to be set free
right now
in the

cycle of things
the sun the moon sweet spring
will wake me up again

oh herald winter
the frost the sparkling ice
dormant underneath the snow
but feel the warmth
bring it all
to the surface

so now you watch it fly
swift wings up high
against the blue

and see here on the ground
the new little shoot
has broken through
in the

cycle of things
the sun the moon sweet spring
in the
cycle of things
the sun the moon sweet spring
will wake me up again