Growing up too fast and worry about the dance she missed.
The World seems so wrong when a teenager has a kid.
The social circle seems to pass her by,
hear her on the cell phone as she starts to cry.
Want to hold her, she is still so much a child.
Reasure her that life has not passed her by.
Let her know the worth of the treasure she hold.
Find more comfort in her child then any friends she could ever own.
Her heart may skip a beat ,
some day it will be worth the pain from the child she keeps.
I know right now she has got the teenager blues,
some day she will be able to get through the grey and see the blue.
Right now I just hold them both , mother and child.
Daughter and grand daughter, just rest and relax, close your eyes.
My heart skips a beat.
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 10:02 AM UTC
Growing up too fast and worry about the dance she missed.
The World seems so wrong when a teenager has a kid.
The social circle seems to pass her by,
hear her on the cell phone as she starts to cry.
Want to hold her, she is still so much a child.
Reasure her that life has not passed her by.
Let her know the worth of the treasure she hold.
Find more comfort in her child then any friends she could ever own.
Her heart may skip a beat ,
some day it will be worth the pain from the child she keeps.
I know right now she has got the teenager blues,
some day she will be able to get through the grey and see the blue.
Right now I just hold them both , mother and child.
Daughter and grand daughter, just rest and relax, close your eyes.
My heart skips a beat.
Paul Roberts. The Journey
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