I’m leaving tomorrow
Leaving my home with my piles of books
And the soft window light
Where someone who’s known me all my life
Makes coffee, ready at 6am
On Sunday morning
I’ll wake up all alone
Without a plan
Everyone I love on different time zones
Does anyone know
How scared I am?
Will they like me?
Will they help me?
Who is they?
The hardest part of leaving
Is not the change of place
But the change of people
I want to be loved
If not, at least liked
But how do I do that
When the rules have also changed
My girl, remember
I knit you together in your mother’s womb
Every hair on your head
And word from your pen
Is from me, your Father
On Sunday morning,
I’ll wake you up
Give you a plan
Worship me, trust me
Sing to me
I am who I am
Will you love me?
Will you trust me?
The best part of leaving
Is remembering
That I am who I say I am
You will know my people
By their love
So fear not, if you are liked
Because you are loved