The threads that bind
Inspection to the present...
You were here for so long
Now your gone...
Brave, loving and sometimes crabby
This is my son...
Don’t cry my little baby
You know, mummy is a bit gabby...
I long for you touch
just one last time...
Lost him when I was only two
Never had a Daddy since then...
I have a hero
he isn't a cartoon or a star...
She's my baby
She's my shining star...
When i was little i dreamed we would move to...
Even as we grew i knew we would never part, all...
I’m old enough now to take care of myself,
And I know you probably feel unneeded now...
A girl you have started,
A woman you have become...
I know we are family and all
But its time to let us kids out on our own...