It's been four weeks, since we last did speak

It's been four weeks, since we last did speak
and you told me to go away, that I couldn't stay.
It's been three weeks, since I cowered so meek
on the lapa floor, trying to my pain ignore.

It's been two weeks, since I help did seek
and I worried I would feel so sorry.
It's been one week, since I left, so bleak
It's been six days, since my 19th birthday.

Still we have not spoken
and I'm left utterly broken.
I fall asleep each night hoping,
that your eyes would be opened.

I wish I could come back,
but I fear I cannot do that.
I'm free you see,
from all you did to me.

I'm free from the worry,
of being sent away in a lorry.
To the place I came from,
where I no longer belong.

Goodbye mother,
I hope I see you on the other
side of the sky so blue,
Where perhaps love will heal you.

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