A bundle of soft blond hair
and eyes glued to the ground
I saw you, our precious little girl
through the yard gate
behind the preschool
where we drop you off every morning
A little boy was holding your hand
Did you like it?
Or did you miss your parents?
A hand in hand. A soul with a soul
Two little bodies sitting side by side
There will come a time
when we will be no more
and you will need a hand
I hope you find it
our precious little girl
The Hand to hold for life
and eyes glued to the ground
I saw you, our precious little girl
through the yard gate
behind the preschool
where we drop you off every morning
A little boy was holding your hand
Did you like it?
Or did you miss your parents?
A hand in hand. A soul with a soul
Two little bodies sitting side by side
There will come a time
when we will be no more
and you will need a hand
I hope you find it
our precious little girl
The Hand to hold for life