Looking through the old things,
fingering each piece of cloth,
Each book read, each picture taken.
a frozen spot in time and now
You expect your own. You will
see what it is now, to hold
A bit of memory of the time gone.
to tell the story of your growing.
To want to hold it just one day more.
because it is gone in a flash.
The ones which last are funny,
not so then, scary, when
You were lost and crying for us.
when you wanted to go your
Own way and made it, it is precious
and sweet. We hear what memories
Stayed for you and they are different,
no matter it is all sweetness.
Because love has us looking back
on love's bidding and is now again.
fingering each piece of cloth,
Each book read, each picture taken.
a frozen spot in time and now
You expect your own. You will
see what it is now, to hold
A bit of memory of the time gone.
to tell the story of your growing.
To want to hold it just one day more.
because it is gone in a flash.
The ones which last are funny,
not so then, scary, when
You were lost and crying for us.
when you wanted to go your
Own way and made it, it is precious
and sweet. We hear what memories
Stayed for you and they are different,
no matter it is all sweetness.
Because love has us looking back
on love's bidding and is now again.
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