Oh man about to leave your home town,
would you think of staying just for me?
Please go outside and look around,
and tell me what you see:
The yard in which you love to rest,
the park, still there, across the lake,
note the breeze passing by your neck,
and the leaves dancing in the lane.
Look at the sunlight – where it falls,
there, on the trees you used to climb,
and the old school, and that old mall,
still around, collecting dust and time.
Think of your family – good or bad,
and the times you spent by the lake,
wishing for a life you always had,
and which you rush to give away.
I know how the road bids your leave –
how work or boredom prod the way,
But think of home and what it means.
I left so you could stay.
