After the first rejection
Which must come to everyone
Little acts of kindness
Tried to cover it up
But they knew they had to flee
Freeing and cleansing at first
To leave everything behind
Watching terror shrink
With every eager step away
After all it was a coming home
To old friends who took them in
Found them a little house
On the edge of town
Where the boy could play
And grow wonderful in peace
Getting ready to return
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