when I was a young girl, people caused me to cry
As I think back to my childhood, I’m not even sure why
What I remember are those words my dad always
offered
He would sit me in his lap, look into my eyes to make sure I heard
Molly Bee, whatever happened, let it go
Tomorrow it could be worse; you never know
Trials are your stepping stones for you alone
Daddy can’t always be there and right the wrong
Each step builds up character, so someday
You’ve reached so many measures it will be okay
Let it go, Molly Bee; you can trust my advice
Don’t act with hate or revenge work at being nice
Someday when you have little girls or boys
You will have broad shoulders. For their worries
So, tell them to let it go, walk to another stone
Follow my advice, and they will love you when done
Let it go, Molly Bee
Trust daddy, you’ll see