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I'm 18 now, 
My life was soaring
While many was falling down.

I had big plans and dreams
So I had to leave.
 
Money was saved up in the bank since I was 16.
I was ready for my life to begin. 

Paris, France was marked on my ticket.
Looking at it the night before. 
I spent part of the night out with the girls.

Many different cards saying many different things.
If you would have told me 3 years ago That this would be
true
I wouldnt have believed you.

Now I'm heart found home 
In a country unknown.

Crying at the airport
With a selected few there.

I didn't want to say goodbye.
But I left with a smile.

I didn't know what would happen or where to go.
But I knew I had something to show.

Life isnt always great
but getting here had to be fate.
On your voicemail
"Mama, I made it safe"

The tower is huge.
And the city is beautiful.

It's been so long since then.
My dreams flew into over drive.

Before i knew it
I was everywhere.

Leaving Tuskany 
Arriving in England.
I almost forget to call.
And what friends and family mean again.

I don't really look at old pics.
Or watch my old friends vids.
I never see anyone who i dont work with.
Or ever wrap a christmas gift.

Finally home on vayca.
Paris is as pretty now as it was then.
I just havent payed attnetion.

Reaching in my closet.
Albums falling all over the floor.
I forgot they were even up there.

My sisters and brother.
I haven't talked to him in forever.
(and only call them once a month.)

My friends and others all through out.
Now I dont know what I'm smiling and crying about.

I go back once every year or so.
Only to see mother but that feels like ages go.

My youngest sister must be 17 by now.
I don't remember the last time i heard her voice aloud.

Packing up my bags in a rush.
Clothes, shoes and Make up and stuff.

a ticket so simple to buy.
Ready to get on that plane.

America I'm home.
They don't know.
It's just christmas and I havent been commin round then.

I cried rememberign all the time I had lost.

I call my mother's phone.
"Mama, I'm comming back home."




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Funny what you miss and how much when you actually think
about it. =]
Posted: 2010-04-01 22:20:43 UTC

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