You’re Not My Children
Tim Wedge

I have no right to take pride
No reason for regret
If you fall short or fly far
You’re not my children (but you are)

You were grown before I met you
I didn’t see your first step, your first fall
Help you drive your first car
You’re not my children (but you are)

I watch your painful toil
You fail, and I feel bad
I know that I made you sad
You’re not my children (but you are)

Sometimes you overcome and shine
I feel pride I have no right to
And I feel bright, too
You’re not my children (but you are)

Sometimes you thank me
Sometimes you curse me
And don’t know that I hear it from afar
You’re not my children (but you are)