Baby it was great seeing you growing,
Picking up attitude in style and cruising.
I know the steps were cruel and grueling,
You pulled each one with smart working.
The more you won, the more was I happy.
Might have sound harsh but was within peppy.
Your success was my pride; your efforts were my stride.
And I had dreamt of walking together side by side.
You have been a breeze who desires to blow strong.
Strong enough to sing with wind yet compose own song.
It’s unjust to cage you now that you have confident wings
I wish you fly…and fly beyond sky much high…ding, dang, ding…