Frozen windows, gla** of icicles Melt into her eyes She's growing up, she;s moving on You know it's no surprises A mother clutches her daughter's hand And wishes upon a star She holds her close and whispers softly Don't you go to far You mean the world to me Open doors, her world of innocence
You knew it wouldn't last She's growing up, she's moving on You hope its not too fast A mother clutches her daughter's hand And the panic is oh so strong She holds close and tells her softly Don't be gone too long You mean the world to me