Goodbyes

People leave home every day with plans to return.
We say goodbye and walk away as if its nothing.
When really we are leaving the cold hard past behind.
The past that made us, the past that broke us,

The past that will always be apart of us.

Life is hard, that’s a fact, and we all know that.
With each goodbye we are moving forward,
Leaving some loves behind.
As we grow we come to know,
That what we are is what we do,
And so we say goodbye.
Maybe I'll be back someday;
Maybe I'll find something new.