Camp is a memory,
Camp is a blast.
Camp is a journey,
what could go wrong?
Camp was a memory,
Camp was a blast.
Camp was a journey,
but now Camp is in the past.
Camp is my freedom,
Camp is my friend.
Camp is my safety zone,
when trouble comes to pass.
Camp was my freedom,
Camp was my friend.
Camp was my safety zone,
when trouble came to pass.
Camp is my family,
Camp is my home.
Camp is the best place
I have ever known.
Camp was my family,
Camp was my home.
But Camp is still the best place
I have ever known.
Camp was and will always be all these things to me.
memories fill my head,
all the fun times,
meeting new people,
yes that was a journey in my life.
free from all my pasts,
that's where they are anyways,
God right by my side.
I fit right in,
I was loved by everyone.
I write this poem to tell you all,
if you love something or someone true enough,
don't let them stay away from home.
Take them through journeys,
life's simply tasks,
and maybe they'll finally turn back,
into the person you first met.
Don't dangle something in front of them,
then throw it away,
because the one you love could look at that someday,
and ask themselves why they even tried to make it come back.
