Leaving Home
Waking up soaked from tears
Cold from fear
Aching from pain
Yet, I am happy
Happy that the yelling has stopped
Happy that I can be the person I am
Happy that I can finally grow
Yes, it was hard saying goodbye
Yes, there was a lot of fighting
Yes, I made momma cry
This little bird fell in love
This little bird needed to grow up
This little bird has another place to call home
Leaving home wasn’t a bad thing
Leaving home wasn’t easy
Leaving home meant I was growing up
Leaving home does not mean I am saying bye
Leaving home means I will always come home
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