Changes.

The leaves are changing,
I've grown this year.
My thoughts aren't nearly the same as they were yesterday.
I look different.
I feel different.
I am different.
Like the leaves, I have slowly begun to change.
I'm not your little girl anymore; I'm not the same friend you had in the yesteryears.
Let me change. Let me grow. Let me go.
I need to metamorphosize on my own. I'm like a butterfly in its chrysalis: if you protect me, shield me, shelter me; help me along my way-I'll die.
Breathe. Take a deep breath and let me go. Watch as the wind blows me away. Watch me float gently in the breeze; cradled like a feather being rocked slowly by the winds.
The leaves have changed, and I have too.
My very walk has changed. Every step I take I feel...
Different: matured, free...alive
Let me feel these things.
There's a new blood flowing through my veins:
The blood of a vagabond. I am one who will never be one place long, but will always have a home with you, in you.
I know that where you are is always a place that I can call home.
Release me. Don't fear; just let me go.
My heart will always be with you, as I go with God.
Let me go. Let me be free. I am a vagabond. I love you.