Don't Know Where To Go
Youngest of five, first to go to a university Knowing where my life is going perfectly Only one thing standing in my way Just my mother, if i may She’s wanting to keep me close by Time’s going by; it’s my turn to fly Not ready to let go, trying to keep me home Mother please let me go, try and see that I am grown I need to choose my own path Knowing in the end I’ll face your wrath This is something i must do For me and not for you It is time for me to go Knowing soon, I’ll find my home.
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