On Your Own
Valleys and mountains far and wide;
by Colleen Harmon
Each holds a story and a cry.
For over the years our love has grown;
As each passing day the sun also shone.
As time passed by so have you grown;
From a child in my arms to an adult of your own.
The laughter and tears of long ago;
Remain inside me as I see you go.
Good times and bad I wish I'd done more;
To make it possible for you to soar.