I stand in the road
I see how it twists and turns
And disappears into the horizon
Where it leads to I do not know
I look behind me
And see the beautiful place
That I call home
See the beautiful faces
Of the people I love
Soon, I will have to stop calling it home
I must leave
I know
It's what you do when you grow up
Say goodbye
I hate saying goodbye
Fear grips my heart
I am a coward
I don't want to go
It is not because I fear what lies ahead
It is because I am afraid
That when I return
The things I cherish most
Will have been swept away
By the winds of time