Stay the way you are, no don't you ever grow
Thoughts will strike your knees, and land a fatal blow
Faith grows stale and God, looks like a page of brail
Grains of sand fall slow and you'll be unaware
I've been here before
Let me fight your wars
I see you back home and you are overgrown
Joyful, wise and strong oh I've been proven wrong
You'll always be the most
Precious girl I know