Burn the Bridges

Burn the bridges

To your old life

Cut the ropes

That once entangled you

 

The old thoughts

That creep like mould

That condemn, that judge

Put them in their place

 

Your old ways have been shed

Like a cocoon from a butterfly

In you shines gold

That is the real you

 

The old you, the old chains, the old ways

Perished in the grave

Now risen eternal

Is the certainty of a better future

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