You were there from the start, watching over my steps... through storms and high tides when the wind threatened to knock me down and the waves washed over my feet: through sunny days and low tides, when the steps came easy with warmth on my face and the breeze at my back. And you've loved me through it all.
You held me tight as you let me go, You kept me safe as you let me grow, What was it to you? I'd like to know.