Slipping Through My Fingers

School bag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning, waving goodbye with an

absent -minded smile. I watch her go with a search of that well -known sadness, and

I have to sit down for a while, the feeling that I'm losing her forever, and without

really entering her world. I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter, that funny little

laughter. Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute, the

feeling in it. Slipping through my fingers all the time, do I really see what's in her

mind? Each time I think I'm close to knowing, she keeps on growing. Slipping through my

fingers all the time. Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table. Barely awake,

I let precious time go by. Then when she's gone, there's that odd melancholy feeling,

and the sense of guilt I can't deny. What happened to those wonderful adventures? The

places I had planned for us to go. Slipping through my fingers all the time. Well, some of that we did,

but most we didn't, and why, I just don't know. Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try

to capture every minute, the feeling in it. Slipping through my fingers all the time, do I

really see what's in her mind? Each time I think I'm close to knowing, she keeps on growing.

Slipping through my fingers all the time. Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture,

and save it from the funny tricks of time. Slipping through my fingers.

School bag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning, waving goodbye with an absent -minded smile.

Slipping through my fingers all the time.