A God given place,
Warm, peace, and solace.
An answer to a long time question,
Leaving isn't part of the equation.
A daily habit of going,
A night shift of anticipating.
The comfort of such peculiar haven,
Leaving is not inevitable yet given.
Dry tears that goes with a wave of goodbye,
Head is full of unwanted sigh.
The warmth that embraces the heart,
Leaving is such a lonely art.
Will there be a better view?
Will there be a second chance too?
No words to describe how they all feel,
Leaving is the only thing that's real.
