2025/Eva-32580

Im saying goodbye, once again

Just like I always did back then.

Sometimes I cry, sometimes I beg

“When will this all end?”.

I'm moving back and forth, and south to north

New faces greet me at the airport.

Im then at a new school,town, and place

And there's people glancing at my face.

I call,text and I write

Holding on to friendships to keep them bright.

Some respond and some don’t

So I just look at the tv and press the remote.

My dad is packing up the bicycles,tricycles, and motorcycles

Realizing this is the same cycle.

Im then on a plane, with my parents trying to explain

I have no home but just places to gain.