A Farewell

A song for my lover, a hundred miles away.

You're neither woman nor a man,

you're somewhere in between

and to the left, headed south

down these lonely city streets.

And here I stand, at the end,

waiting just around the bend,

hoping you will come back home to me.

No I cannot understand

how it feels to be so free,

to fly away on those wings-

lovely coloured, feathered things.

But I can watch you as you go,

soaring out my window,

as I pray that you will come back home to me.

I've got some paper and a pen,

I've got many words to spin,

I've got many lines to write,

and lies to tell.

But in the mirror all I see

is a bed that looks so empty,

and a letter saying come back home to me.

Now in this grand old world,

I've heard there's no place quite like home.

But if you've got to leave

then I will let you go.

But I just want you to know

that you'll never be alone 

for I'll be sat here singing come back home to me.

I'm still sat here singing come back home to me.

Now there are a thousand reasons why

I don't want you to go away,

but I trust you 

and I cannot make you stay.

Before you're on your way,

there's one more thing I've got to say,

and it's a song that goes please come back home to me.

I love you so please come back home to me.

Author's Note

"If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.”

― Kahlil Gibran