A life of dreams to yet unfold.
Each passing day as we grow old.
We are but one, as we learn to walk Still,
very little as we start to talk.
By the age of five, to school we go,
To learn much more that we don't know.
As we hit ten, our world's the books;
Just turn the page and take a look...
The teenage years - every mother's fears.
The kids are growing; they feel "all knowing."
As young adults, the crave direction
Opposites meet to show affection.
Grown-ups now, they have their lives...
Mothers, fathers, husbands, wives,
As life goes on, we, too grow old.
Our teeth come out, our feet get cold.
Our hands they shake, as we try to hold That newborn baby -
that we've just told "A life of dreams to yet unfold."
Each passing day as we grow old.
We are but one, as we learn to walk Still,
very little as we start to talk.
By the age of five, to school we go,
To learn much more that we don't know.
As we hit ten, our world's the books;
Just turn the page and take a look...
The teenage years - every mother's fears.
The kids are growing; they feel "all knowing."
As young adults, the crave direction
Opposites meet to show affection.
Grown-ups now, they have their lives...
Mothers, fathers, husbands, wives,
As life goes on, we, too grow old.
Our teeth come out, our feet get cold.
Our hands they shake, as we try to hold That newborn baby -
that we've just told "A life of dreams to yet unfold."
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