الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
Too many hours on the road
Too many days as you grow older
And tears are spilled
As each moment unfolds
Your head is resting upon my shoulder
And I'm quietly thrilled
Did I miss that smile?
Did I miss that first step?
All the moments
you're supposed not to forget?
You are my little something
It's like you came from nothing
And now you're everything to me
