It’s time, it ends,
For a while, leaving these friends,
But I was so used to it all,
Grown to like it, familiar were these walls.
Missing the comfort of home,
And liking the life alone,
We came a long way together,
From being tiny buds, to spreading our feathers.
And I know it’s not the end,
I know we’ll meet again
And I’ll have a good time home,
But I don’t mind starting over, all alone.
A/N: So, 1 year away from home, and I’m all geared up to go back home, but I have grown to love my PG life and staying away from home ahhh :):
