When the little ones go Out on their own A flag of caution to the wind Do not heed this warning lightly For you may find Terror in the end Tread carefully Over these three Smile gleefully Circle 'round to me When they grow a bit more They will learn What they want to be Through confusion and tears They'll become strong And fly so free Who knew you plant stars in the ground Who knew you'd find so many all around Did they live their lives with good intent Or will they sing forever their lament Now they shine so bright up in the sky I miss them all I make a wish Hold my breath And wait for their call