A new beginning it at hand.
A time to start fresh and anew.
Move toward the rising sun.
Out with old. In with the true
.
What if I’m not done with the old?
What of things there I hold dear?
Am I to cast them aside?
Is my heart so cavalier?

The tighter I try to hold
The faster it slips away.
Can I loose my bitter grip?
Turn to face the coming day?

I know it is time to move on.
I feel I have been left behind.
What will become of what was?
I can see yet I am blind.

I have to cut loose my anchor,
These longings for things long past.
Without that burden upon me
I may be able to move at last.