Let go, old life, so I may fly,
With flutter of wing and blink of eye.
I close the door on ages past,
I rig our boat, put up the mast.
We'll sail from here on mornings tide,
Loves light shall be our only guide.

Look out, the rocks, they'll take us down,
To where you'll never lift your crown,
To where no breeze will fill the sail,
To where our love is sure to fail.
Just keep your head above the surface,
Deep breaths, my love, they'll serve their purpose.

They'll sing to us as we arrive,
We'll say 'Rejoice, we're still alive.'
Walk, we shall, up that red floor,
Until we reach the golden door.
It shall not jam, it shall not creak,
And bow before us, shall the meek.