A child's favorite toy left to collect dust,
familiar faces and years gone by.
Here we are now standing still.
Hearts torn, we must learn to let go.
Our feet will ache.
Our hands will miss.
Hearts torn, we must learn to let go.
Seedlings, frail twigs.
These things reminded me of you.
So young, so ambitious
every thought is of you.
And as seasons changed
I know you've dug deep.
Now reach out to the sun
and I'll admire in the distance
as I watch your silhouette
with it's arms outstretched.
And no matter how strong the winds get,
no matter how dark the clouds get,
Stand strong
Be brave
Steadfast
Grow tall