Thanks for letting go of my hand,
So I could find my own way.
For letting me do what I want,
And learn from my mistakes.
For singing me songs,
When I couldn’t fall asleep.
For teaching me the difference between wants and needs.
You believed in me,
When no one else would.
You were there for me,
Every step that I choose.
Tell me I could do better,
When I feel like giving up.
Told me failing’s just a part of growing up.
From the little girl in the photo in your wallet,
To what I am now.
I know I’ve changed so much since then,
But I’m still your little girl somehow.