By Kirill

Sometimes I wonder,
Why am I here?
I have to love,
I have to fear.

Every time I move,
I think about old friends.
And I have to wonder,
Will the pain ever end?

I also have to think,
About the friends I've left.
Then I remember,
My heart's theft.

When I fell in love,
I knew it was true.
But then Dad told me,
That it was time to move.

My heart was shattered.
Nearly falling to the floor,
I remember thinking,
I can't take this anymore.

But then he told me,
No matter where you go,
I'll think of you.
Look at the stars and you'll be home.

I took his advice,
And now, every night,
I look to the sky,
Wondering if he was right.

Submitted By alan

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