I want to be like a dandelion...
I want to bloom where I'm planted.
And, after a time, when I face trials
And I learn,
I want to venture out on my own. I want to find my own way.
And when I learn what it means to be free, I want to come back to your arms, where you hold me tight. Though it sometimes feels like those arms might be holding me too tight, I will always, always, come back to them. I will always come back to the place I was planted to grow some more. Because, I can never learn enough from you. I will always love you.