Those hands that held me when I was young,
I hold now, and feel them still, rough and strong.
My turn now to comfort you
And shush and soothe each troubled mew,
As you twist and turn in restless sleep,
As dreams and fears take hold and creep
Inside your mind and whisper thoughts and memories
Of days long past.

I hold you now, as you held me,
And comfort you as you did me.
I hold you close, as tears fall free and selfish thoughts
To keep you here run through my mind.
But when I gaze upon your face,
And see the calm and inner peace,
I know I have to let you go
And stay behind to face alone
The fears and worries that haunt our kind.
But in my heart I never will;
And there inside will hold you still
As you held me once, calm and still.
My Father, who loved me so,
I love you too, but let you go...