Fathers – Roots and Wings
He held my hand All the way to the Kindergarten door kissed my nose and he set me free. He guided the pink-bedazzled bike down the driveway, sent me sailing alone and he set me free. He put my feet on his in that nursery...
He held my hand All the way to the Kindergarten door kissed my nose and he set me free. He guided the pink-bedazzled bike down the driveway, sent me sailing alone and he set me free. He put my feet on his in that nursery...