She's 17
pigtails in a faded photo
now a young man's dream
complains to her friends
why are you so mean
never again shall you be a go-between
with life's harsh reality
and her dreams
Oh, how you wish
to turn back the hands of time
and search for the giggling girl
hiding behind the curtain blinds
yet life marches on
ignorant of signs
I know it hurts to see
you no longer control her destny
que sera, sera
what will be shall always be
unfortunately
little girls grow into
young ladies
eventually
I know it's impossible
for a man to understand
conception
to carrying
to childbirth
to holding a new born's hand
yet I'm here to be a shoulder
Cleaning up her room
her Fortress of Solitude
in the afternoons
smiling at prom pictures
of she so beautiful and her date so dapper
beneath hip-hop and fashion magazines
you find a used condom wrapper
I know it's hurts to see
you no longer control her destiny
que sera, sera
what will be shall always be
unfortunalety
little girls grow into
young ladies
eventually
Waiting for her to come home
she walks in oblivious to the world
chatting on her I-Phone
at the door you hug her
and she's suprised
soon the tears she shed
mirror those falling from your eyes
Go on and have a talk
take the dog to the park
for a nice long walk
after all
she is a big girl now
from this point on she needs
a role model to show her how
to be a Lady
I know it hurts to see
you no longer control her destiny
que sera, sera
what will be shall always be
unfortunately
little girls grow into
young ladies
eventually

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