Fear and doubt, let go of me,
I'm ready to set myself free.
I've held on to you for too long,
But now I see, you're doing me wrong.

You whisper in my ear,
Telling me I'm not good enough,
You paralyze my fear,
And keep me stuck in the same old rut.

But I'm tired of being held back,
I'm ready to spread my wings and fly.
I'm ready to take a leap of faith,
And see what life has in store for me.

So fear and doubt, I bid you adieu,
I'm done with your toxic games.
I'm stepping into the unknown,
With courage and determination.

I know it won't be easy,
But I'm ready for the challenge.
I'm ready to live my life to the fullest,
And achieve my wildest dreams.

So fear and doubt, let go of me,
I'm ready to set myself free.

Oh, gentle rain, I let you go,
Your cleansing touch, I no longer know.
But in my heart, your memory remains,
A symphony of sorrows and gains.

And tears, I bid you farewell too,
Your salty streams, I no longer pursue.
But in my soul, your echoes reside,
A testament to the life I've survived.

No longer will I weep for the past,
Nor dwell on the shadows that overcast.
Instead, I'll embrace the present day,
And let my spirit dance and play.

So goodbye, rain and tears so dear,
I'm grateful for the lessons you brought, so clear.
But now, I'm ready to let go,
And let my heart and soul grow.

With open arms, I welcome the sun,
And all the joys that life has begun.
I'm letting go of the rain and the tears,
And embracing the laughter and the cheers.

Look inside this heart,
And see the world within,
A tapestry of love and light,
Where all things begin.

See the dreams that dance and play,
The hopes that soar so high,
The passions that burn so bright,
Beneath the bluest sky.

See the compassion that flows free,
The empathy that binds,
The strength that sees us through the storm,
The courage that never minds.

Look inside this heart,
And find a kindred soul,
A friend who's always there for you,
To make you whole.

For in this heart, there's room for all,
No matter who you are,
A place where love is always found,
And light shines from afar.

So look inside this heart, dear friend,
And let your spirit soar,
For in this heart, you'll find a home,
Where love will evermore.

Oh Lord, tonight the angels receive their wings,
A celestial choir, their voices take to sing.
With hearts ablaze, their souls ascend,
To join the heavens, where all love shall never end.

In realms of light, where dreams unfurl,
Their spirits soar, beyond the earthly swirl.
Their wings outstretched, they dance with glee,
Embraced by love, forever free.

Oh Lord, we watch with awe and grace,
As angels take their rightful place.
Their radiant light, a beacon bright,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

Tonight, we celebrate their birth,
As angels soar, from earth to earth.
Their wings are a symbol of hope and cheer,
A reminder that love is always near.

Oh Lord, we thank you for this gift,
The angels' wings, a heavenly lift.
May their sweet song forever ring,
And their love for us forever sings.

In this world of chaos and strife,
Where darkness seems to thrive,
There are those who shine so bright,
With hearts of gold and souls so white.

The great and the good of this world,
Whose kindness unfurls,
Like a banner in the breeze,
Bringing comfort and ease.

They stand for what is right,
Even in the darkest night,
Their voices rising clear and strong,
To guide us when we're going wrong.

They heal the sick and feed the poor,
And open doors for all to explore,
Their compassion knows no bounds,
And their love surrounds.

So let us celebrate the great and the good,
Whose deeds are understood,
For they make this world a better place,
With their grace and embrace.

In times of doubt and despair,
They remind us that we care,
And that together we can stand,
To build a land where all are hand in hand.

The Voice of History shall speak again,
From the depths of time, it shall ascend.
A whisper on the wind, a tale untold,
Of lessons learned, of stories old.

It speaks of empires rise and fall,
Of heroes brave, and villains tall.
Of battles fought, and treaties signed,
Of triumphs won, and wounds enshrined.

The Voice of History speaks to us,
Of choices made, both good and worse.
It guides us on our present path,
And warns us not to stray too far.

So listen to the Voice of History,
And let its wisdom set you free.
For in its echoes, we can find,
The strength to build a better kind.

The Voice of History shall speak again,
To guide us through the world's domain.
Let us heed its call, and learn from the past,
To create a future that will forever last.

where do young lovers find true love
between themselves
oh where do young lovers go
but if not love is that brick-and-mortar
between us then, young lovers must
know where to go
when that same brick-and-mortar
connects their souls