October 15
16 hours was all it took,
To make the change from where I stood.
I wanted to go back to that familiar place,
But who would have guessed,
That after two years I wouldn't regret my stay.
It was a different town, a different place,
With different faces, and different cases.
"They were the nicest, so I've heard,"
Yet I didn't trust my own words.
October 15 become my first day.
I walked down that hall so bleak and so dull,
Not knowing what to do as my skin started to crawl.
The door was open, so I walked in.
I sat in the seat as far as I could be
And thought, "I should make the most of it at least."
I looked around, and it was all the same,
These faces and colors were as clear as day.
I decided that some effort had to be made
Because soon I learned it wasn't all in vain.
I ended up loving this town with its rivers and trees,
And it made me see my true destiny.
As if I was burning from within;
My future now lay in the palms of my skin.
A different town, a different place,
With different faces, and different cases.
Shaped me to be the best I could be.
For before I didn't have the courage to see.
October 15 the day I first came,
Then, in fact, became my last.
Though filled with tears
I swore to be the best of me,
No matter where I go;
For, in the end, I could only grow.