And now its finished.
Its over.
Going home, moving on.
Same old same old,
Same people,
Same mess.
New view,
New experience.
New people we’ve met,
New food we’ve had,
New money we’ve paid.
Old smells,
Old clothes.
Moving on:
To understand the difference,
To understand what I feel,
To understand what I saw,
To feel what I felt,
To pray what I prayed,
To tell you what I’ve never told before.
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