All the time I spent,
Where leafs began to fall,
When a story comes to book end,
I come to see it is not over just as I was told.
The cry and tears I left behind,
Seems so yesterday,
There are so much more left undone,
Yet there will always be another day.
Standing at these gate,
I am having second thoughts about coming home,
Whether I will be welcome or hated,
Maybe and just maybe I might as well leave this dream.
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