When the little ones go
Out on their own
A flag of caution to the wind

Do not heed this warning lightly
For you may find
Terror in the end


Tread carefully
Over these three

Smile gleefully
Circle 'round to me


When they grow a bit more
They will learn
What they want to be

Through confusion and tears
They'll become strong
And fly so free


Who knew you plant stars in the ground
Who knew you'd find so many all around

Did they live their lives with good intent
Or will they sing forever their lament


Now they shine so bright up in the sky
I miss them all
I make a wish

Hold my breath
And wait for their call