It was the first day of summer
Happy, loved
Green leaves everywhere
little daises lined the road
As the sun glared from its place in the sky
I didn\'t want to return home
So I walked so slowly
That I kept pace with the little worm next to me
A little boy ran out of his house
Looking for his missing cat
A group of teenagers sat on their porch smoking, poisoning my little atmosphere
I touched the green leaves, one by one
They spoke, whispered, pleaded
But I turned back
It was time to go home
I reached my house, a big white house
Hard to miss, but so invisible
I walked up, cherishing my time
Till I turned the corner
Get in the car
It was time to go
She cried, she drove
As I watched from the back seat
It was time to go
Maybe my father would leave and never come back
Maybe
Hopefully
A silent tear fell down my cheek
It was time to go
We drove till we reached my uncles house
Maybe we weren\'t going back
Maybe
But I wanted to leave, for what he did, could never be fixed
He shattered me, he shattered her
He chose them, rather than the ones who truly keep him happy
But I will make it
It\'s time to go
Time to move on
Goodbye little daises, little leaves, little boy.
Tomorrow is my home now