She walked away one hazy Georgia morning
Left her dreams in pieces – no one cared
The kids all grown, his heart a stone
No one warned her life’s not fair
Some days will take you far away
To places you weren’t meant to go
Making wishes that’re better left alone
Walking barefoot through a silent world of snow
Some days… you find… there just ain’t no way home
She knew all life’s little secrets when she was three and twenty
Tomorrow was a million miles away
Who knew she’d meet such sadness in sex and love and money?
Thirty-six found her weary and turning gray
That day you look up and see only blue
Is the day you learn to lean on only you
Making wishes is for fishes and for little girls in curls
Making love and making life is for us all
Some days… you find… yourself wishing you were home
Some days will take you far away
To places you weren’t meant to go
Making wishes that’re better left alone
Walking barefoot through a silent world of snow
Some days… you find… there just ain’t no way home
She walked away one hazy Georgia morning
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If you like stories with feels, I think you'll enjoy:
https://www.amazon.com/Goody-Celeste-Chris-Riker/dp/1665307072/
Here's a preview: https://chrisrikerauthor.com/news/short-stories/a-story-of-summer-and-youth-and-why-girls-are-scarier-than-the-house-of-horrors
