Oh little girl,
Where did your smile run off to? What happened to the laughter in your eyes? What happened to us and our wild dreams?
Sometimes I wonder, if the stars died out, where would we look? Who would be your hero?
I think mine would still be you.
Yes, mine would still be you
But sometimes I wonder...
If next year you leave me far behind, Will your heart cringe from emptiness?
Or have you forgotten me so completely that the thought never crosses your mind?
I worry about you now. I worry about where your smile has gone. I worry that I have offended you and destroyed the childhood hero that you held onto so firmly.
I hope you're wise when you're out there on the road. And maybe you can look toward the new stars, that ones that will brightly light your way.
But, please...please find that smile. I would love to think I had nothing to do with this tragedy
But, little girl, sometimes I wonder...
