Moving on
Light touches the ground and the trees slowly sway to the left,
As I watch the sail boat leave for the first time
I wave my hand goodbye and i think I'm strong enoguh not to cry
My first bron, my son
Leaving Drifting away to a place i can't follow
My Knees start to shake and it feels like i'm falling
I realize
That i'm not strong at all and the tears come
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