It is neither a parting, nor a separation.. With hope and promise to meet,. It is like moving to La boratory from the Class room. Like moving to another seat in the same compartment... Does the Sun greet the Moon and take leave?? It started out as a feeling Which then grew into a hope Which then turned into a quiet thought Which then turned into a quiet word And then that word grew louder and louder 'Til it was a battle cry I'll come back When you call me
