Cymbril’s Thoughts
I’m happy to be going home
And to be among new friends;
But will I really want to be there
In the very end?

Will I miss all of my friends
In the land next-door?
Or will I never think of them
And forget them forevermore?

What will happen to all the things
That I have left behind?
Or is it possible that I will be
Among people who are kind?

I’m not sure what to think:
Should I stay or should I leave?
My mind is blank; my heart says go!
I should follow my heart, I believe.

Urrt says my heart will tell my head
Whether it’s right to go.
But if that time will come or not
Will I be sure to know?

I guess I must decide right now
Or I might hesitate
And if I do it when we go
I think it shall be too late.