Leaving the hands that made me stand
Entering a sanatarium
I was alone
Saw many like my own
Deep within i had a fear
I knew none over here
As time passed by i knew all
Waited for the end of vacations to near
The teachers were my second mothers
My mates my siblings
As the fear passed away with time
The school became my shrine
Years passed by
But i never knew why
Why i had to leave this place?
Why i had to leave my friends?
I want to experience the nostalgia
Meet my friends
Laugh at our foolishness
And cry why happy times always end
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