When I was six years old
you took the stabilisers
from my bike, for the first time
You knew I was ready
You gave me a push
and you let me go
Two months ago
you took me to the airport
to catch my flight
You knew I was ready
to cross the world alone
and you let me go
Sometimes I wobble
But I haven't fallen yet
You taught me to balance
You prepared me for this
then you took my stabilisers
and you let me be free.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
When I was six years old
you took the stabilisers
from my bike, for the first time
You knew I was ready
You gave me a push
and you let me go
Two months ago
you took me to the airport
to catch my flight
You knew I was ready
to cross the world alone
and you let me go
Sometimes I wobble
But I haven't fallen yet
You taught me to balance
You prepared me for this
then you took my stabilisers
and you let me be free.
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