The tears run down his face,
His bags are packed,
He takes one last look around,
As he goes to gets the door handle,
He pulls the door open and takes a step outside,
As he breaths the fresh air and shuts the door behind him,
He walks out of his drive away and stops.
Turns around looks at the house he’s spent most of his life in,
Turns back around, tears still streaming down his face,
And walks away into the distance...
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