I’m letting you go, Cos I know your safe, having second doubts, but you know the way. Your older & wiser, that is what they say, but your my little baby, and will always remain. You were ten years old, when I let you grow, ride a cycle home, and do homework alone. But time travels by, now we are here, walking down the aisle, and you say “It’s time”. I'm trying to let go, but it’s still so hard, watching my baby walk, towards her new life. Now your far away, away from my eyes, but I know your alright, when I heard the baby cry. Your now a mother, a woman of fruit, seeing you work hard, throws me apart. But "its time now" that is what they say I'm older and wiser But I don’t want to give you away.