There aren't many times when your life just stops Spins on it's heel and takes a new path. There aren't many times you can change all the locks Start over with a clean white canvas.
I'm older now and for the first time ever I don't care what convention tells me to do This life isn't quite how I want it to be So ***** it I'm starting anew.
I deserve to be able to be who I am Not striving for a blue-skied ideal I love to paint, to draw and to ramble Life is too short. I'll grow and I'll travel.
I'll laugh over a river with friends I've just met Hair blowing free in a soft midnight draught I'll gallop on horseback to a moving horizon Away, far away, from a long-distant past.
I'll read a page from a thousand lives And carry the book in my pocket A memoir of people who've lightened my heart Not a whisper of you will be in it.