Allowance's call
Is letting go
Is letting be
Setting free
Yet if we hold on tight
To our thoughts
Of a person or thing
To, say, circumstances that sting
To whatever may be
That which we bring
It's still alright
Our Song continues to sing
Of allowance, as well
For so are we Held
For all is allowed
In Love
Incapable to fall
And as such
A frown
Isn't as far from a smile
As we might think
Of high being from down
For all is connected
Interconnection Itself
Even in noise there is silence
Stillness contains the most beautiful of sounds