There was a time
I was small and held your hand
As I got bigger
I made you let it go
I was a proud boy, to big to hold hands
You were my pap
You said, I understand
I often look back
Wishing I could hold it again
Like I did when I was a little boy
not like when I was older
and you were a dying man
So many years of wasted embraces
As you said I grew into a fine young man
I miss you pap
I wish I was a boy again
Just to hold your hand