You're so much more than my little one

With wide eyes to admire parental walls

Like ivy clings and ivy grows 

You think there mustn't be a thing these walls don't know

They come in many different shapes and sizes

 

Taking tiny steps you'll tumble older

Build your hunger pushing bricks bound to fall

You'll find a means and find a voice

You'll begin to question

Just how much to place your trust in some

Who come in many different shapes and sizes

 

Through time you'll keep changing

With all of my words over your shoulder

When I stop changing 

Consider me too far, too gone, too old

 

If you fear the years as they flow faster

Time is the river it twists you 'round the bend

'Cause life can be both wide and narrow 

You must decide the times you swim

Or find something you can hold onto 

They come in many different shapes and sizes

Some may stay

Some may drift away

 

When I'm gone you may meet me in your mirror

As you watch your saplings navigate the undergrowth

Their eyes will seek the lattice that they may soon cling onto

But you mustn't tell them everything we know

And they will one day trust the walls

As they come in many different shapes and sizes

 

Through time you'll keep changing

With all of my words over your shoulder

When I stop changing

Consider me too far, too gone, too old

When I stop changing

Consider me too far, too gone, too old