So, another sad scene through glasses of green, one more goodbye. A point we've all been before, a fate so unsure and the big desperate "why?". When the world calls we must heed the harsh tone of time. Tear down these old, familiar walls and find your path apart from mine.
Grey, familiar clouds cast shadows and doubts as you start to reflect: Although we do our best, birds leaving the nest don't always come back. When the world calls there's sweet potential despite threat. But when the final curtain falls it's the taste of stale regret.
But today we're going separate ways. Right now it doesn't seem to make sense. There are different roads that we all must take, and they may cross again.
The self-evident past is precious at last like a treasure we keep. The presence may fade, but memories stay and uncertainty. When the world calls something is always left behind. Venture today, the might haul is a new chapter in time.
It's a life-sized truth, it's more than rhyme, it's no crime to cry. Changes hurt but signify the essence of life. Don't ask why, I would lie if I tried to tell you "everything will be just fine"