If I had My way,
You'd come into this world to stay.
But at a mere 18 years old,
You will not be mine to hold.
Still, I cannot help but wonder
Would you look like me or your father?
Would you have my hair of Scottish Fire,
Or Would you have Your Father's Attire?
Would your tiny hands grasp mine,
Knowing you're my star that shines?
I know that you'd have grown,
Knowing your family loved you through,
And yet, it seems,
You are not mine to keep.
I will let the world know
I had to let you go...
But If I had My Way...
You'd have come to this world to stay.
