My son real soon
Won’t take my hand
Because he’ll feel he’s grown
Yes grown too old for his father to
Hold his hand, yes when he is going
Going out into the street with me
Oh son when that day comes
Will be so hard you see, my son
Because I’ll know you’re truly grown
That I won’t be as close to thee
It gives me so much comfort now
To know I can hold you so, my son
And when you’re grow
A distance is found
But this I hope you know
I’ll always be here for you
Just like when you were small, my son
My son know I truly do love you
By ronald gainsford
© 2001 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
