to speak my love so deep.
And yet... you grow before my eyes
This treasure I cannot keep.
How sweet the music of your laughter
The heart break of your tears...
And yet I know it's borrowed time
That is stolen with the years.
Once the boy becomes the man
The heart break and the love....
That only a mother's broken heart
could thank God above.
~Angela Teal~ Copyright 2000
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