Is there such a thing as intentionally losing control?

I think that’s what I’m supposed to be learning these days.

To hold people, things, and situations with an open hand.

To maintain my peace in the midst of changes and challenges.

To replace insecurities with hope.

May not sound like much, but big things are happening over here, folks.

Feel the silence
There’s war beneath our skin
Let it begin
It’s hard to fight
It’s hard to lead resistance
It’s our hearts we’re up against

This world it keeps us
Promising freedom
We thought we could belong
But we don’t belong here
Don’t let us wander
To arms of another
Oh father, yours forever
Let us be a hostage of peace