Tuesday, March 10, 2009


It's a great song save the element of the harmonica.
And her horrible haircut.
As my friend so aptly describes it,
"it's like she gave a pair of blunt scissors to a visually impaired friend".

I was a little girl
Alone in my little world
Who dreamed of a little home for me
I played pretend between the trees
And fed my house guests bark and leaves
And laughed in my pretty bed of green

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing
I had a dream

Long walks in the dark
Through woods grown behind the park
I asked God who I'm supposed to be
The stars smiled down on me
God answered in silent reverie
I said a prayer and fell asleep

I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest tree
I had a dream

Now I'm old and feeling grey
I don't know what's left to say
About this life I'm willing to leave
I lived it full and I lived it well
There's many tales I've lived to tell
I'm ready now
I'm ready now
I'm ready now
To fly from the highest wing

I had a dream

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