There are all kinds of words
That many people say;
But these are the words that squeeze my heart:
“Goodbye, I am going away.”
For with them comes a bittersweet feeling
That those who love undergo;
And sometimes smiles are caught
Within many a tear’s undertow.
As you step out to venture
And learn and see and sense,
There is always the hope for you
To live a new experience.
But, with it, there are hearts that ache
To see you leave this shore;
And a hope that pervades a home
That you shall return to its door.
So, on this trip, that you make,
To see the wide world and learn,
Remember, that there are hearts you leave behind,
That are waiting for your return.
(written for a friend who is going abroad to study)