I want to fly so high,

Up where I can reach the sky,

Where I can touch the stars.

And I want to go to mars.

And just poke the cloud,

Be somewhere with just no sound.

I want to paint my little world,

And be near the clouds where I can curl.

I want to go up, then I won't have any fear,

And so, I won't shed a tear.

I want to be so small,

No, no I don't want to be tall.

Just sit on those flowers

And fly so high to the top of a tower.