You´ve grown too
fast and out of my hands,
Now wanting to
fly and explore new lands,
You now want a
life that´s not in my plans,
When into my arms,
as a babe you once ran.
Feathers now ruffled
and your pride stands tall,
I ask, “Who’s
that young man standing in the hall?”
Shadow of beard
and future upon your young face,
Your time has
come, to walk away from this place.
My little boy
has grown and become now a man,
One last kiss
and now you slip through my hands,
No matter where
you go, nor wherever you roam,
You´re always
my little boy when you come back home.
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