I tried to let go....but its hard for me to do.
When I have one hand always holding on to you.
If I would release.... You'd just fly so high.
Not even a whisper a word of good bye.
Your colors are here for the world to see.
But I keep on holding you close to me.
Now the time has come.
And I must let you fly.
So I will start to run.
Where you can reach the sky.
It will be clear sailing into the blue.
To places I don't know.
But I will release and let you go.
May your journey be a good one.
May you reach your permanent home.
In a gush of wind my friend you are gone.