• I pack my things,
    And say goodbye
    Get onto my plane,
    And try not to cry.
    When I get there,
    I feel so alone
    No one to greet me,
    No one to take me home.
    That was then,
    But this is now-
    I couldn't move on,
    But I've learned how.
    I have new friends,
    But keep close to the old
    And when I die,
    My tale will be told.
    The story of a child
    That could not let go
    But leaned that
    Life teaches you so.