It’s not the road that matters,
But the path that leads you on.
You find your way, through cloud and stone,
To some forgotten song.
It’s not the path that leads you,
But your heart that shows you true.
And in the end, the only thing
That matters here is you.

It’s time to put an end to this,
One overdue by far.
A person is a person and
You’re only what you are.
A person can be only that,
You’re only what you are.

It’s not your head that matters,
But you heart that leads the way.
Perfection is an aimless goal,
And endless game we play.
It’s not your heart that leads you,
For your feet move where they will.
A body once in motion then
Can nevermore be still.

It’s time to put an end to this,
One overdue by far.
A person is a person and
You’re only what you are.
A person can be only that,
You’re only what you are.

But there is never just one way,
For life has many roads.
And who can ever find the way,
For no one really knows?

It’s not the road that matters,
Nor the path that leads you on.
It’s neither heart nor head nor feet
That finds that hidden song.
It’s been inside you all this time,
A ballad tried and true.
The answer comes to those who live:
What matters here is you.

It’s time to put an end to this,
One overdue by far.
A person is a person and
You’re only what you are.
A person can be only that,
You’re only what you are.