• With this hand i will let go of this red ribbon.
    Letting go of something that i'd always kept with me.

    I still don't know why i held it so dear to me for so long.

    This hand holding this ribbon one last time,

    until i let it go on this mountaintop.

    Letting it blow softly in the ice-cold breeze.

    Red for the pain in my heart

    that was sometimes made by you.

    Red for how the warm blood falls from my arm,

    while the tears in my eyes fall down my cold face.

    With this hand i will let go of my sorrow.

    A red ribbon that i want to hold a moment more.

    I loosen my grip and as i do some tears fall from my eyes.

    Not tears of sorrow nor happiness, but relief.

    Relief of you from my life.

    I can now breath easy without you on my mind

    every second of the day.

    With my own hand i now can let go

    of this sorrow of pain in my life.

    Good-Bye...

    ...to this red ribbon...

    ...of sorrows...