Wishing she would get her wings,
To just touch the moon,
To see below at what the moon sees.
She feels the breeze,
She becomes cold,
Shivers up her spine,
Hiccups deep in her tummy.
As she lays staring at the moon,
Cold and alone,
She puts out her arm,
Pretending to grab the moon,
Pretending she's flying to it.
But she knows there isn't wings,
She knows she can't fly,
So she lays there,
Cold and alone.
