The Ring

The ring doesn't fit anymore and I'm not sure exactly why.
It won't budge or move; I can't force it on no matter how hard I try.

The finger's the same, the ring is the same, all the metal still intact.
So what has changed? What's gone on? And how can we go back?

But even though the ring is the same, the hand has grown quite a bit.
It's stronger and bigger than before; a years worth of life's hardest hits.

So I take off the ring, put it back in the box with the other memorable things.
It's time to bury the past, dig up my roots, and fly on those beautiful wings.

The ring still means a lot, but you can't live in the past or continue this youthful strife.
It's time to move on to new things, start a new chapter, and keep moving on with life.