I once held your hand through every storm,
But now the sky calls me to roam.
The path we shared, though warm and bright,
Has narrowed down, and I crave flight.
Not every love is meant to stay,
Some drift like clouds, and fade away.
You’re still the sun, but I’ve become
A restless bird who needs to run.
Please know my leaving isn’t spite,
But for my heart to find its light.
I hope you soar and find your sky—
For I must go, I must say goodbye.
