I am glad a whole lot
has been left behind
My tears, my hunger
and mistakes too
I take a fresh start
I become once more
new
To take a love and
play with tools
I am off to a new
life where the sun is brighter and the grass is greener
And when there is
colour it is pink
Where there is sweet
it is butterscotch
When it is cold it is
winter
And when I am tickled
it will be white girl
I leave home
I leave all behind
I am glad, perhaps I
am
To a make mistakes a
new
T o unlearn the art
of farming and take up intellect
To unlearn the art of
hunting to embrace catching my train
I leave all behind to
become novice afresh
I leave my home to
make myself someone else
In another room in
God’s green earth
I leave to find life
again
This time a stranger
to homes I shall see
And a warning to the
love I may find
I leave for another
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