A Better Hold

Speak gently; you've got a lot of nerve
To speak to me that way after all I've done for you
Daughter, my flesh my bone, my flesh
Do you think I don't know just what you've been up to?

You've got problems I've got my problems
Why don't we let them lie?
You've got reasons I've got my reasons
Why can't we just try?
I sit at home and pray and fret
I need to let you fly
To arms that can better hold you

And lately you are so quiet now
You used to have a spark where has it gone?
Daughter, you are a grown-up now
It's hard to trust you know what you've gotten into

All the things I've said I've done
I've tried all things in love
Now I see that in my tries I've probably said enough
I sit at home and pray and fret
I need to let you fly
To arms that can better hold you