Open yourself up, darling,
To the impending reality of something new
Let it fill you;
Let the promise of the unknown warm your belly

Loosen your grip on yesterday:
Let it slip from your grasp
Make room for what’s to come
Trust in the future.

Gone are the witching hours
Late night slumber is a thing of the past
Her soul is lost somewhere in oblivion
And you are lightyears away

Cleanse your temple,
Kneel before the altar of change,
Welcome what is uncomfortable;
To move forward you must let go.