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Where does the time go

I sit and watch you dream 

Each precious breath so sweet 

I wonder where your path will lead

What will be your heartache

And what will be your best

Who will hold your hand

As you step out in faithfulness

When you find your voice

How will you make your mark

What will be your favorite song

What will fill your heart

Will you be an athlete

An artist or an advocate

Will you study law

Science or arithmetic 

Will you hold my hand 

When you’re just a budding teen

Will you call me late at night 

To help you flee the scene

Just be forever momma’s boy

So sweet and kind and free 

I pray you find nothing but joy

Like you have brought to me