I pack my bags as the sun sets, it’s time for another goodbye,
Time to leave the city that was home, I guess it’s okay if I cry.
‘It’s a choice I’ve made’ - I tell myself, I must move on to grow,
It’s a beautiful place where I’m going, I will finally see it snow!
So, while I’m sad to be leaving,
It’s also a wonderful feeling,
Waiting for the other side of goodbye…
Waiting for the other side of goodbye.
All my life, there’ve been times, when I had to say goodbye,
Childhood, school, and college days, now youth seems passing by.
One by one, lost touch with friends, and places I had loved,
Though it’s hard, with each goodbye, one thing I’ve discovered,
No matter what I leave behind,
Irrespective of the ties that bind,
There’s always the other side of goodbye,
There’s always the other side of goodbye.
On the other side, I’ve found new friends, and new places to love,
New memories, new hopes and dreams, I’ve fit like hand in glove.
A goodbye is the end to something, but also a new beginning,
I leave something behind and move on, to play another inning.
And so, I’ve come to rely,
It’s something I can’t deny,
There’s always the other side of goodbye,
There’s always the other side of goodbye.
Life will go on, goodbye after goodbye, like it’s done so far,
Until the day it has to end, like all our lives are.
That’ll be a final goodbye, to all hopes and joys and dreams,
There’s much to do and so little time, life’s shorter than it seems.
The time will quickly fly,
And who knows what’ll lie,
On the other side of that goodbye...
On the other side of that goodbye.
So putting aside the smaller goodbyes, I should think of the final one,
What legacy would remain of me, when all is said and done.
I must find out what I want to achieve, what brings true joy to my soul,
So that I can have a fulfilling life, by pursuing that goal.
And when it’s time to go,
I hope to feel joy, not sorrow,
In getting to the other side of goodbye,
In getting to the other side of goodbye.
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