It's Time

The full moon shines from behind the mountain
It rises over the trees
It marks the end of a month
It marks the beginning of a month

The wind is cool on my face
A change is coming
It marks the end of a journey
It marks the beginning of a journey

I stand at the crossroads
A new path before me
Can I take that first step?
How can I not

I say goodbye to the past
It's time.