It's time for me to go today,
I am so sorry to say,
But it's time for me to go.
I was here before,
I will return.
Music will carry me places,
it's time for me to go.
When I go, I will ride on the backs of wild horses,
my soul sifting through their flowing mane.
It is time for me to go.
I will venture upon rocks that salty water has lashed upon for years,
I will glide on the wings of a soaring eagle.
Freedom.
It's time for me to go.
Freedom is like horses,
racing across the green valley,
their only goal: survival.
It's time for me to go.
When I return,
I will tell you stories of my travels.
Freedom.
It is time for me to go.

I see my life as doom,
I'm wrapped in my endless gloom.
What is it that you want?
I live in constant sorrow.
Was it I you had to borrow?
No one can see the pain.
What loss have I to gain?
I seem to live behind a mask
Everywhere a shadow is cast,
I lay down, break down, and cry
I guess maybe it is time to say goodbye...