• All of your Sons and Daughters faces
    Little dirt on their noses
    You can still remember the time
    They wanted you to hold their hand
    And walk with them into school
    Oh how you miss that time
    But its passed
    And they no longer wish to hold your hand
    No long wishing you to walk them into school
    Their all grown up
    No your little Jimmy or Tiny Sarah

    No
    Their Jimmy and Sarah
    Your older teens, collage students,
    Mothers, fathers
    At some point
    Its time for you to let go of their hands
    And let them walk on their own

    Its time...
    To let go