Cling to my strings a while longer
So I can feel your gentle pull
Your time as my girl is not over
Your cup isn’t all the way full.
So cling to my strings till tomorrow
When we’ll measure you up by the wall
Just keep on growing and growing
The apron can handle the pull.
Once you were my baby
An infant secure in my arms
Suddenly you became a child
Where the strings could protect you from harm.
So cling to my strings for a while
Till we know what this stage is about
I will hold you next to my apron
Watch the strings get more worn out.
Time has been up to its thieving
Life has been throwing its stones
So cling to my strings in the meantime
Wherever I am is your home.
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