the truth is, i miss your childhood
when you used to run up to grab me
when the bottom of my skirt as i worked was 'base'
my arms are still wide open
i will drop everything for you to crawl back into my arms
you don't stop growing
i didn't miss the good part when it was typical you stood with me
now you stand strong
and the truth is, i miss you
i had to let you grow
i had to let you start standing on your own
i am left to stand without you
there is growing yet to do
but the truth is... i miss you
