When I was little
I looked at you like you'd hung the moon
I clung to your words like life line
You were my world
Your stories were my maps
But as I get older
And now that your gone
I realize I have to branch out
I have draw my own maps
Build my own world
Your stories will always be there
Will always hold a special place in my heart
But they can no longer be my world
They are not maps of how my life will be
They are good memories and fond feeling
They are guilds on how to be
Not what to do
As much as I wish things were simple
And I could just do what you did
And turn out as happy as you were
I can't
We are not the same person
We can't live the same lives
So your stories will always be with me
Will always warm my heart
I grew up on your stories
But its time to live my own