You’ve grown up so quickly, turned into a young adult.
I remember myself at your age and all the trouble that I felt.
I’ve grown so proud of you and who you have become.
The Tree bends in the wind and the wind sings your lovely song.
Your song.

Days long past when we were kids, bubble gum and sing alongs.
Playing with our new dog, but now my dear dog’s day’s are dead and gone
Life’s lessons eventually lessen the hurt.
But when that hurt comes you’ve always got my shoulder to lean on.
Lean on.

You’ll find your way some day, oh the path that you are on.
You live inside your heart; an awful big place to call your home.
I’ve grown so proud of you and who you have become.
The Tree bends in the wind and the wind sings your lovely song.
Your song.

(Carman, BMI)