Your soul is made up of many layers
The ocean even jealous of its depth
Pain drowns the beauty within
Release your hold on all that hurts
The waters will sweep your heart
To be free and let the bloom begin again
Let go
Your soul is made up of many layers
The ocean even jealous of its depth
Pain drowns the beauty within
Release your hold on all that hurts
The waters will sweep your heart
To be free and let the bloom begin again