Today you turn eighteen age of miracles and life, new beginnings, brand new chance, you'll leave without a backward glance, wasn't it just yesterday they placed you in my arms? All the years of noise and grief, I should feel a great relief. How many times did you hear me say get out, get out, go out and play? Wasn’t it just yesterday? All the times we growled and screamed; never as bad as it might seem. You wrote on my papers and broke my dove and filled every moment of life with love, little did this mother know how fast the time would really go. A life of lessons, some yours, some mine, some slow, some fast, some hard, some fine. I didn't mean it you know... get out, don't touch, grow up . . . don't go.