Each time on my
leaving home I run
back to my mothers
arms,one last hold
then it's over.
Watching me, you know
I cry, you wave
a kiss goodbye.
Feel the sky fall
down upon me!
All I am
a child with promises
All I have
are miles full of
promises of home.
If only I could stay
with you,my train
moves on,you're
gone from view,Now
I must wait until it's over.
Day's will pass, your
words to me, it
seems to long, eternity
but I must wait
till it's over.
my friend gave me this
poem a lond time ago
so I thought I might
post it so others
could read it.
she said she coppied it some
where.
2007-08-08
17:02:57
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