Dear Arthur,
I watched you cry, sink to your knees. Feeling dread and hate for me. I need to be free. I'm an eagle, I must spread my wings. How much this is hurting me, cant you see? I hold back many tears, and with pride I remember back so many years. When you first held me in your arms, and sang that song to me. I have grown, I know. Not a child anymore. Through your eyes, what do you see? A little boy, who doesnt know a thing? Please understand I do love you, but letting go is something I must do.
Love,
Alfred