My time has come,
Everything I've gone through,
Can not be undone.
Time is of the essence,
I will now free of my presence.
The life in the moment of a song,
Is where I belong.
Don't look back,
Let go of the sack.
I will now throw it all away,
And promise to never say.
The memories are faint,
And new I shall paint.
In their minds of me,
they will remember,
What has come of me.
For I am anew,
For the good of me,
And the good of you.
What fate lies ahead,
As I lye my head?
I will now look forward,
To the destiny I'm toward.
I must leave it all behind me,
And set myself free.
