It scares me everyday.
What will come to your door?
The growing path your way.
You hope you will fit in.
Throught-out each group of ages,
Your mind is soft as tin.
Of the road through-out your years.
I sit and pray that you'll be real,
And always try and face your fears.
And not let people steer you wrong.
Cause in my heart, you are so bright,
I will teach my best and pray for long.
As I watch you growing more,
It seems you go through stages,
I'm scared for all the hurt you'll feel,
My wish is that you'll do what's right,
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