Poem: Home

This place is not what it was.

It had everything that dreams made.

The love that walks down the street lives in the valley of hope.

This lives in your soul and gives you all that life has.

Then you leave and things start to change.

Nothing is the same, yet it feels right.

This is where you were made.

This is where your love was given time to grow.

The people were there to hold your hand.

Now you must go.

The one thing that hold you down is knowing that this will always be home.