The earth is cold, the fields are bare,
the branches fold against the wind that's everywhere.
The birds move on so they survive,
when snow is deep the bears all sleep to keep themselfs alive.
the do what they must for now ans trust in their own plan,
if i must trust in mine somwhow i might find who i really am.
My world has changed and so have i,
i've learned to choose and even say goodbey.
The path ahaed is hard to see,
it winds and bends but where it ends depends only on me..
Remember that i care about you,
wahtever choise you make,
do what you need to do,
change is never to late.
Follow your heart and you'll find,
the way that is right for you,
whatever is on your mind,
where ever the path leads you to.