How can a father let his children go?
Leave their hands... Let them grow
What will become of them? He might not know
But he must let them go
How does a father say the words good-bye
See their eyes... Watch them cry
Not knowing all the simple wheres or why
Quickly the years flew by
What does he do to make them understand
This is not, as he planned
He never dreamed that he'd let go their hand
No longer in command
Now that they've gone and he is all alone
Home no longer, feels like home
Gone with the wind his little birds have flown
Life's journey now their own
But here in his heart...
They've no need to fear
As home shall remain... Right here
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