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 Im losing her forever And without really entering her world Im 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 whats in her mind Each time I think Im 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 shes gone, theres that odd melancholy feeling And a sense of guilt I cant 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 didnt And why, I just dont 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 whats in her mind Each time I think Im 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 all the time Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile
Posted on: Sun, 02 Nov 2014 12:24:55 +0000
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