Go Where Your Heart Believes
Freedom calls,
And in your heart you have been waiting,
For this moment to come,
Within these walls,
You have heard words of inspiration,
That have opened your eyes;
I am old but there's a wisdom that comes with years,
You are young and it's so easy when you have no fears;
Go, go where your heart believes,
Your memories are waiting,
It's the only way to find out who you are;
In this life, there is a road that you must follow,
To the left or the right,
One is wide but the other is hard and narrow,
Take this one, and you can call it your own;
There will be so many voices trying to turn you round,
Take a moment just to listen, then carry on;
Go, go where your heart believes,
Your memories are waiting,
It's the only way to find out who you are;
There will be times when you're lost and lonely,
And you will have no-one beside you,
And that is when you'll find the hidden one inside,
Who will help you through;
Go, go where your heart believes,
Your memories are waiting and your dreams are on their way;
Go, go to your destiny,
You know I will be with you every step of the way, go;
(Go where your heart believes,)
Freedom calls;
(Go to your destiny,)
Go where your heart believes.
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