He left his home and moved away.
We never see him anymore.
He had to go, he couldn't stay.
Since birth he lived, and here he stayed.
Who knew he'd walk right out the door?
He left his home and moved away.
He had no choice, the doctors say,
"Prepare his pathway, clear the floor.
He has to go, he cannot stay."
It all developed in this way,
the Grim one wrote upon his door:
"You'll never see them any more."
He left too soon, too far away.
We will not see him any more.
He had to go, he couldn't stay.
Now while he's gone, the roaches stay,
the creepers crawl up from the floor.
He left his home and moved away.
He had to go, he couldn't stay.
(C)2008, Christos Rigakos
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