Changes Why do I resist a change that might even be good? Why do I try to stop the tide, as if I really could? Perhaps, if I could see the road, that stretches out ahead I'd see it's gonna be alright, there's nothing there to dread But my eyes are blind, and I just can't know What you're gonna find, and it scares me so! How I hate to say goodbye and let you go! We've been together for so long now, you're a part of me, And though I know that you must grow, and I must set you free, It's just because I love you so that this day brings me pain, So please remember, when you go, you can return again, And my eyes are blind, and I just can't know What we're gonna find, and it scares me so! How I hate to say goodbye and let you go! But now I have to say good bye And let you go....with love. by Dona Pearson 1981 Poetry