I hold my hands tight.
There’s nothing between them,
but they’re not empty.

I lost it somewhere
between my childhood dreams and
my adult pressures.

Oh my beloved,
promise me, once I am gone,
you will love again.

Oh Mother, Father,
someday I’ll be all grown up,
but remain your child.

My daughter, my son,
someday I will be gone, but
you must remain strong.