Let go of my hand
let me be what I want to be
Let go of my hand
the sands of time
are trickling before me
I have not yet
achieved what I want to be
Let go of my hand
I want to stand alone
in a sea of words
pluck out the phrases
soar like a bird
I want to stand on a mountain
wait for the dawn
yet be aware of
the approach of a storm
I want to fashion a rainbow
that arcs through the sky
and iron out the dilemmas
between and I.
Written by a famous Australian poet called Jack Davis.