Imbreum

Just because she is no longer in a cradle Does not mean that your baby wont fall And if you think that her smile means she is happy Then you don’t know your daughter at all On arriving home from school she runs up the stairs And locks herself away in her room It’s so easy to think that it’s just teenage angst That will pass in time and be gone soon Perhaps you assume that it is just boy trouble A romance that will soon be forgot Yes, maybe her problems are just a passing phase But then again what if they are not What if they’re deep rooted in the parental soil That you’ve been failing to cultivate As she grow