The Time has come… How is my baby old enough To go to university? Too late to tell her stories And sit her on my knee. Long gone the dancing lessons With costumes pink and bright And hiding from the monsters in the middle of the night. All grown are tiny fingers Which reached out for me to hold And playing in the snowfall wrapped tightly from the cold. The years have passed so silently It somehow seems unfair. Can we rewind a little bit Just So I can prepare... But all at once the time has come And I now reach for you To hold on tight For comfort Just like you used to do.
Lee
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