Sometimes I feel like
my heart has grown wings
and it's flown away;
waiting to be found.
Somewhere there’s a place
where its passion will unfold
into safe hands,
where freedom abounds.
It’s time to leave
It’s time to follow
The evening whispers,
“Follow your dreams.”
“Follow your dreams.”
A bag of memories
is hard to pack;
knowing what to leave behind,
knowing what to take.
Things I carry
will determine who I am.
The path ahead
conceived from my freight.
But, there’s one recurring memory
where your eyes are closed in prayer.
I reach and touch that thought
just to let it know I care.
It’s time to leave
It’s time to follow
The evening whispers,
“Follow your dreams.”
“Follow your dreams.”
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