I’m afraid they’ll leave me,
That if I reach too far they’ll disappear
Or leave before my eyes.
I don’t like the idea of being alone,
Even in the midst of a crowd
I’m afraid my friends will no longer be my friends
And my home no longer my home,
Because to me you’re all very dear,
And will always remain that way
I want you to stay, even though you can’t
Or maybe take me with
But in the end all I can hope
Is for that e-mail or letter or call saying
How are you?
What are you up to?
Wanna come visit?
I miss you.
Not saying that I expect that, cause I don’t
People want to go home yet I wish I won’t
Maybe things will change for me, when I go home
But in the end, the people I met here all have a special place in my heart
And my mind will wonder from time to time,
How their doing in their lives,
And whether they’ll think about me at all?
Maybe I’ll come to visit, I hope I do,
Cause no matter what happens to me,
Over the course of the years,
My thoughts of the people here will always be,
I love you and I miss you,
Maybe we’ll meet at some time.
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