And as I leave,
As I drag my feet away,
Looking back to see if you’ll stop me,
I pray.

And as I turn that ****,
That I’ve turned everyday for a year,
Hoping the tears would change your mind,
I pray.


As I walk down those grey steps,
Those steps that I tread on every day,
Sometimes holding your hand,
Sometimes laughing with you,
Sometimes singing with you,
I pray.

As I get into the bus, I look back,
Hoping to see your face looking out from that window,
And shouting out for me to halt,
I pray.

Even when I board that one way flight,
I look back when I’m at the gate,
To see you running up like in the movies,
And I pray.


But I guess,
That hand I once held so tight,
And promised to never let go,
Let go…

But I still pray,
Because miracles do happen…