The clock keeps ticking, the seasons change, What once felt certain now feels strange.

Footsteps echo on roads once known, Yet whispers tell me-l've outgrown.
The memories linger, soft and true, But holding on won't help me through.
The past was kind, the past was real, Yet forward is the path to heal.

The sky still Stretches, vast and wide, New dreams are calling from inside,.
No chains, no weight, no ties to keep-Just open arms and faith to leap.
So here I stand, no fear, no wrong-I hear it now: it's time, move on. Gm