| 5-14-11 by Alicia Hannah Which Way Which way do I go from here My pink bags are fully packed My heart is wholly weighted with fear No more play dates, toys or youthful cheer Far behind me is my childhood, so dear. The future looms in front of me, so drear A tear slides down my face And Goodbye falls out of my mouth North, East, West or South Which way do I go from here. |