I want to leave
He told me a secret
He hoped this child would not understand
He said he wanted to leave
Clutching me with weary hands
Maybe he told me because I was too young
To want the answer sought
Maybe he told me because I was too young
While the others were not
But I grew up and asked questions
Was this place stopping his restoration
Why had he not left yet
And where was his destination
But I had become an older equal
Not a child whose understanding of this secret could never be achieved
The very secret that was now being kept from me
A secret that he wanted to leave
And in the middle of a storm
On a dark dark night
He left
Doing what he thought was right
When we lowered him into the ground
I felt the urge to leave grow wild
So with an aged voice
I told my secret to a child
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