Moving On

There she was standing In her small tiny room The city was so big Shining under the moon She looked at her clothes in her closet She was ready to pack 'How man times', she said to herself, 'Am I going to have to do that?!' The case was still empty But soon it would be Filled up with some clothes along her memories Filled up with tears and laughter and feelings so pure Where she would go to She still wasn't sure Sad feelings surrounded her Tears she had to fight Took the last look at the room Then turned out the lights And soon after walking In the darks of the night The sun slowly cam up Telling her,' it'll be alright!' Moving on