Who cares if I cling, just a bit, to his babyhood?
In Winter
My time with you is brief, impermanent. In much less than a lifetime, you will be men, out on your own, without me.
Who cares if I cling, just a bit, to his babyhood?
My time with you is brief, impermanent. In much less than a lifetime, you will be men, out on your own, without me.