Your life is simply about leaving
Other cities, other countries, other shapes taking form
Water pouring through my opened hands in a thunderstorm
Your words, spoken quicker, your heart, running faster
Can you name all the places and people you’ve been?
Soldiering through life with promised plans but no goals
The pain you carry growing heavier and more difficult to hide
And the children we were are what we are still
But you will never admit to it