She left the house today
My little girl
Tomorrow when she comes home she will be on a new path.
Maybe the same path but with a new direction
Not the one I wanted but the one she chose.
For better or for worse when she comes home again she will a soldier.
My little girl she will always be, but tomorrow she will be so much more.
I used to write these all the time. I have not done so in years. Forgot how much fun they could be.
Foggy Darkness Thick
Around me flows thick darkness
Sunrise burns off fog