I’ll watch you paint your own path and I’ll know,
It may get messy,
your wings may curl, your frame may tear,
But you know your own style,and with your own brush you’ll mend, find your flair,
Then one day, when your own true style is strong,
I’ll see this space,and find you gone.
Take your paintbrush with you, my love, whatever your brush may be,
and paint your path.