Besedila: The Lonely Forest. Let it Go.

Pierced in the heart
By a sinister dark
Thrown from and insecure tongue
Unaware of the arrow sticking out of her chest
Embedded when she was so young

I never would have thought
that the poison would rot
away and away and away
It eats at her pride, and she constantly hides
Afraid of what others will say

And often at night
She turns out the light
Anxiously waiting for sleep
The world of her dreams is better it seems
There she can finally be free

But the arrow it stays
its there when she wakes
Binding her feet to the ground
Perpetually holding her back from her goals
A mountain she can't get around

Let it go dear
And let your worries fall
Let it go dear
Nothing to fear at all
Let it go dear

Now she is old
Her body is cold
Alone in the bed as she cries
Nobody visits and tells her how alone
She quietly closes her eyes

Through all of her days
Arrows remain
Never permitting release
And with her last breath she is waiting for death
Hoping for Peace

Let it go dear
And let your worries fall
Let it go, dear
Nothing to fear at all
Let it go, dear

Let it go, dear