She'll take the painting in the hallway,
The one she did in junior high,
And that old lamp up in the attic,
She'll need some light to study by,
She's had 18 years,
To get ready for this day,
She should be past the tears,
She cries some anyway.
  [bad word] 
Oh, letting go.
There's nothing in the way now
Oh, letting go,
There's room enough to fly,
And even though, she's spent her whole life waiting
It's never easy, letting go.
 
Mother sits down at the table,
So many things she'd like to do,
Spend more time out in the garden,
Now she can get those books read too,
She's had 18 years,
To get ready for this day
She should be past the tears,
She cries some anyway.