Closed Fist

That plant you are holding so tight,

It will wither away so hold it lightly.

That sand my dear will flick,

Between your fingers, it will leak.

Let it go, Let it flow.

It is precious so you held it tight,

In your clenched fist right?

But for it to glow,

Let it go, Let it flow.

Those emotions, that stress,

If you wanna make it less,

That control, that fear,

That insecurity my dear,

Let it go, let it flow

Nothing lasts long in a Closed Fist.