If I place my hope in all things that pass away What have I shown for myself? If love shows her face, and my life's out of place Will I be kind to myself? Where, where will I go from here? If it's all about timing Then I'm right where I should be, And there's no room for regrets But often times I find That my thoughts play in rewind And won't free me from the past So, where will I go? Where will I go? Where will I go? If my life had its way Oh how simple it would sway Like wildflowers in the fields I wish I could learn from the flowers and the ferns How to take things as they come And how, how will I grow? Oh how, how will I grow? Oh how, will I grow from here?