For the Kids, When They're Older

All those years swinging on the tree swing
Playing barefoot was my only wish
The treehouse didn't need a handbook
My rocking horse, her chair, your bridge

I wrote some words on a page in a hymnbook
The things you did, but never said
Nothing needed with your voice in the old church
It still rings clear in my head

You were my Superman
Now you're running into forever
You were our Superman
Now you're running into forever

Now you're running into forever
Now you're running into forever



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Camp, Kristen Camp
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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