How many years? A twenty or more
Dedicated was I, indebted, indentured
Repairing the roof, washing the floor
I dreamt of the world, but I never ventured

Chains 'round my ankles, locks on the door
The shackles that bound me don't any more

In the end, I let it go
Maybe it's best just to let it go

Was I even good at this? I'm not even sure
I just did the job and kept my head down
I fooled myself thinking that my aims were purе
A full veil covered thе face of a clown

Hooked up to a plough, I tilled the earth
I buried a few, and to some I gave birth

In the end, I let it go
Maybe it's best just to let it go
Our changes came fast, but the torments were slow
Let it go, let it go

A person, a gender, a human soul
What kind of career, miss the life in a cage
One day I could hear a distant bell toll
Without emotion, no jaw on, or rage
I took just enough to see me well gone
My tiny space vacant I'd left before dawn

Oh, in the end, I let it go
Maybe it's best just to let it go
Our changes were fast
But the torments were slow
Let it go, let it go

I let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go
Let it go, let it go