there are so many of you,
beautiful and mysterious…
touch and go,
touch and go…
I want to hold you all,
but I let you go,
and before I can mourn, another is born…
there are so many of you,
filling me with joy
and the pain of letting you go,
letting you go,
and before I can mourn, another is born…
there are so many of you,
perhaps one of you will stay,
stay long enough that I will forget,
forget that I have to let you go,
let you go,
and before I can mourn, another is born…