When she was eight

It was difficult to communicate

But everyone was great

"Try! It's not fate."

There was no hate, you could debate.

Today when she reacts

When she interacts

Words are an axe

That always has impacts

Everytime it attacks.

But she has to worry,

She has to be sorry...

She yearns to return to a time

When she couldn't discern

When she wasn't concerned

When her wings weren't burnt

It was okay.

Okay to cry

Okay to scream

Okay to dream

Okay to fly

'cause she was a child.

When she was ten

There were wise men

To show the way every now and then

It was not a big deal when

She was mistaken… again.

Now there is no one to hold her hand.

She's the one who has to command.

Even if she doesn't understand,

Even when darkness does expand,

She has to complete every demand.

So there is pressure

Without any pleasure…

She yearns to return to a time

When she couldn't discern

When she wasn't concerned

When her wings weren't burnt

It was okay.

Okay to cry

Okay to scream

Okay to dream

Okay to fly

'cause she was a child.

She yearns to return to a time

When she couldn't discern

When she wasn't concerned

When her wings weren't burnt

It should be okay.

Okay to cry

Okay to scream

Okay to dream

Okay to fly

And not only for a child!