but i will also teach you to let go
hold tight darling, 'cause this may be the last time you do
and in the mirror, stare once again at the face you know
make no mistake of desiring what you already know is wrong
slowly cleanse your hands of the stains of your own blood
let go of the rose that you've been holding for too long
and throw away the thorns as you heal from wounds they've caused
run as fast as the wind blows through your hair
feel the freedom of no sorrows, taste the sweetness of pure delight
leap as high as you could, rest in one's tender loving care
resist remembering the sting of thorns, and please stay with what you feel is right
now to this exquisite lady, finishing my little girl's path
keep in mind all that she has on her own discovered
bask in the glow of her charm and innocence
yet take on life with the wisdom she has rightfully earned
though my little girl has picked too many thorns on the way
let this dear lady cast all the little girl foolishness aside
yes, the girl has left too many scars for the lady not to remember
but the lady should know, that this scars are what made her resilient and strong
tough as my lady may be, please tone down the hardness of my little girl's heart
one could never forget the hurts, but one should learn to break the walls and open doors
learn from them but do not let them hinder you from seeing life beautifully again
hold your hands tight but open them to one able to hold them tighter
take a look at yourself, my once radiant, kind and strong child
and always say to yourself that there can never be too many thorns
there can never be enough to break you and pull you down
because God is always with you,
and you were strong enough to grow into the lady you now are