I always loved my home,
When I was a little girl.
I flew kites on the second floor,
I giggled and smiled behind the doors.
One day this little girl,
Kissed the walls of her house goodbye.
Daddy had been transferred once again.
To have him train and re-train.
This girl with the smile,
And the kite,
And that door to play behind,
Lost her smile.
There were too many transfers,
She got uprooted so much.
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