Growing
I'm leaving now to slay the foe-
fight the battles, high and low.
I'm leaving, Mother, hear me go!
Please with me luck today.
I've grown my wings, I want to fly,
seize my victories where they lie.
I'm going, Mom, but please don't cry-
Just let me find my way.
I want to see and touch and hear,
though there are dangers, there are fears.
I'll smile my smile and dry my tears-
please let me speak my say.
I'm off to find my worl, my dreams,
carve my niche, sew my seams,
remember, as i sail my streams-
I'll love you, all the way.


