I can't imagine that it's quite as bad as I'm making it out to be.
But it seems as though everyone's happy, except for possibly me.
I'll give it my all without thinking twice,
Just do what I have to do.
But when I return, please don't be surprised.
My familiar qualities will be just few.
Now I'll be in a good place, sheltered and warm,
Make a few friends along the way.
So please don't cry mom, this isn't for good,
I'll be back to hug you some day.
And it could be better, but definitely worse,
So who am I to complain?
I just wish that the days that I still have left
Weren't filled with terrential rain.
You'll be so happy, I'll be crisp and clean,
On the day that we meet again.
I just wish I could make you as proud now,
As I'm sure that you will be then.