An elephant never forgets, and still
When the tears have run dry, she makes one last appeal,
Then says a final goodbye, though it hurts, though it’s hard.
As nature knows what it knows,
So she’ll go where she goes,
As the river flows but never knows the end goal from the start.
What is home if not a country, a people, a song,
The first place we feel we don’t really belong.
Some stay, but most know: true courage lies in making a new start
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