He leaves like leaving none;
in his hometown,
like waves and good bye's don't
weigh such amount;
maybe his words are stitched,
or printed down,
in letters bold like sun
on rusted crown;
no worries though at all,
at least he grounds;
himself away from us;
for we've been drowned;
from moments we did wish
soon he'll be downed,
well, never might it, least,
he's not around;
like bird gone wild, she goes;
in freedom pure;
for joyous winning chance,
her bleeding cured;
likely to be her sons
of teenage sure,
despite another flight;
or departure;
uncertain days have passed,
we're no secured;
we're simply living flat,
only assured;
one time, one day, he'll come;
another storm;
but for these days we'll dance
forevermore.
