Leaving

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I hear a voice out of nowhere
calls me to leave what I have got
There won't be safety nor light
There can't be peace in insight
but something is calling me

I might be missing your love
but I got to go on

I might be missing our trees
I might miss the breeze in rustling leaves
I might be missing the warmth
I might be missing a home
and maybe I'll even miss you

I might be missing your love
but I got to go on

Right now I'm missing much more -
moments when life is easy and time takes rest
I may be searchung in vain
It makes no sense when I stay
'cause I know I won't find it here

I might be missing your love
but I got to go on