Compositor: Steve Hindalong / Terry Taylor
I'm setting you free
but I'm not letting you
I'm watching you fly away
but keeping you close
I can't help but cry a little
Heaven knows
I'm setting you free
but I'm not letting you
Though Mom says I spoil you
Please come home real often
often and soon
Would you think of us as foolish
if we do some pretending
by leaving your light on
here in your room?
Drive slow on the freeways
call first thing when you get there
You know me, how I worry
I'll be up most the night
and if you need anything, baby
you know we'll both be here
In the meantime we're praying
that your future is bright
Wheres that princess in a party dress?
now shes a young lady with dreams
fly away butterfly
on the wind, taking wings
The first time that I held you child
you forever changed my soul
and I'm holding you now
because I want you to know