A valecdiction to favorite place

Staring out the window, I take a final look, At the place I spent my Childhood; the place I found Both friends and enemies. The one place I always found Someone to talk to. The possibility of ever coming Back here is unknown; Leaving was the hardest thing, All the people, friends, family; The sweet breeze under the trees. I feel homesick, but I know in my Heart that one day, near or far, I will find my way back.