Seven

You are not a baby now
You are a boy now

You should walk now
Maybe even run now

Maybe I mothered you too much
Maybe I obscured the road ahead

That you do not know which way to take
That you can't find the man you will make

But as my grip of your hand gets weaker
Put the man in you to live large and dream forever

I cannot bear that you will let go
I cannot bear that you will let go.