I have erred long ago, finally I must let it go.
I see then I didn’t know, and now I will be free.
Extra baggage as I go, only serves to make me slow.
I make the choice to let it go. The choice is up to me.
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In the early morning, long before I rise,
the wind screams down Red Canyon,
I hear it’s mournful cries.
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A lonely train whistle is heard in the night,
dreamers are tempted to up and take flight.
To places like Nashville where town folks all say
a good country picker can have a hay day.
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The winds of change are blowing, blowing from the West.
Listen to the wind. Will you pass the test?
Will you float up higher, reaching for the light?
Or will you stay for one more day until we’re out of sight?
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Baggage
I have erred long ago, finally I must let it go.
I see then I didn’t know, and now I will be free.
Extra baggage as I go, only serves to make me slow.
I make the choice to let it go. The choice is up to me.
Hatred, discord now will be, changed to love and harmony.
In my hand I hold the key, the key that unlocks me.
Like a bird I will fly free, nothing weighing down on me,
Baggage gone, how light I’ll be, the wind will carry me.
Baggage that I left behind was filled with thoughts that were unkind,
I let them go to free my mind, became a lighter me.