oh, little one
they told me about you
and a smile adorned me

I remember when I saw you
playing with the dirt
pouty lips and
tear stained eyes

I remember when I told you
run away little one
as far as you can

you had asked me why
and I couldn't tell you why

but now I know
as they tell me about you

you never belonged in the soils
you were meant to fly

you had eyes for the shore
but your ship never sailed high

because ships are meant to sail
and you were destined to fly

you were destined to fly...

you were destined to fly...high!