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.