Schoolbag in hand
she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an
absent minded smile
I watch her go with a surge of
that well known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that
I’m losing her forever
And without really
entering her world
I’m glad whenever
I can share her laughter
That funny little girl
Slipping through my fingers
all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers
all the time
Do I really see what’s in her mind
Each time I think
I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers
all the time
Sleep in our eyes
her and me at the breakfast table
Barely awake I let precious
time go by
Then when she’s gone there’s
that odd melancholy feeling
And a sense of guilt I can’t deny
What happened to the
wonderful adventures
The places I had planned
for us to go
Well some of that
we did but most we didn’t
And why I just don’t know
Slipping through my fingers
all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers
all the time
Do I really see what’s in her mind
Each time I think
I’m close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers
all the time
Sometimes I wish that
I could freeze the picture
And save it from the
funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers
Schoolbag in hand she leaves home
in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an
absent minded smile
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