Children grow and no one knows
at their birth where their lives will go
we hold them close when they are scared
when they are just two years old
when they are three we leave the light on
to scare the ghosties away
not a night goes by
at four or five
when you don't wake up
with them in your bed
the sleepovers at six, seven and eight
that you think will never end
the questions you never thought they'd ask
at the way too young age of ten
before your eyes they'e growing up
and now are facing the world on thier own
with so many dreams still so ripe
going into a world that's already torn