I don’t know if you can hear.

I don’t know if you can see.

I’m unsure of a lot of things.

Are you proud of me?

Proud of the old me?

Proud of the new?

Proud of the way I paint grey skies blue?

Our time together is finished.

Or so it seems.

So I must be on my way.

I’m off to chase dreams.

To chase them and catch them.

That’s what I’ll set out to do.

And the only thing I’m taking with me.

Are the memories I made with you.

I’ve come to terms with it now.

Sometimes it helps me get by.

To remember, that if I want my American Dream.

I have to let this me die.

Let her go.

Set her free.

Be the person you’d want me to be.

I've made peace with this parting.

It's the path I must try.

To chase my American Dream,

under a vast open sky.

But to reach for that future,

I must embrace this decree.

Letting go of my past self,

setting her spirit free.

So as I prepare to step out,

under a sky so vast and blue,

Remember, my dear home,

I carry a part of you.

In every new beginning.

In every sunset's gleam.

Be proud.

For you're woven into the fabric of my dream.