Where do I go from here?

A song from Pocahontas

The earth is cold, the fields are bare
The branches fold against the wind that's everywhere
The birds move on so they survive
When snow so deep the bears all sleep to keep themselves alive
They do what they must for now and trust in their plan
If I trust in mine somehow I might find who I am

But where do I go from here
So many voices ringing in my ears
Which is the voice that I was meant to hear
How will I know
Where do I go.. from here?

So how do I know whether I'm a branch, a bird or a bear?
The branch recognises that it must submit to the harshness of the winter in order to survive and to bloom again the next spring, and it ceases in its strugglings and quietly dies.
The birds know to fly south, away from the cold and the snow and the winter, to a warmer place where they flourish and grow, until it's time to return.
The bears know their destiny is to stay on, no matter how deep the cold, because if it tries to go anywhere else it will die.
What if, the bird chooses to stay, and the bear to go, because they didn't know any better?

My world has changed and so have I
I've learnt to choose and even learn to say goodbye
The path ahead so hard to see
It winds and bends but where it ends depends on only me
In my heart I don't feel part of so much I've know
Now it seems it's time to start a new life on my own

But where do I go from here?
So many voices ringing in my ear
Which is the voice that I was meant to hear
How will I know
Where do I go... from here?