In the quiet dawn, I take my leave,
The echoes of laughter, the whispers of grief.
Memories woven in walls and halls,
A bittersweet symphony as the curtain falls.

The path ahead, a mystery’s face,
Each step a promise, a new-found grace.
Shadows of doubt, yet dreams alight,
Guiding my heart through the endless night.

The door ajar, a threshold to cross,
Embracing the unknown, accepting the loss.
With each farewell, a seed of hope,
In foreign lands, my spirit elopes.

Though distance grows, and time may part,
Home is a rhythm within my heart.
In every journey, in every roam,
I carry the essence of my cherished home.