My Home

One day I had to go away. I really wish I could stay. I watched my stuff be boxed away I really wish I could stay I drove away and said goodbye, To what I thought was home. I thought and thought what to do. I never wanted to go through. Why did I have to say goodbye, I don’t think I'll ever now know why I had to say goodbye. I cried and said with tears I’ll never be home here! Years later now I see, Home is not a place it’s who is here with me.