Higher

There once was a little girl playing on a swing set
That her grandpa built by the sycamore tree near the rusty farmyard gate
While her mama pinned the laundry the little girl would cry out loud
"Push me higher, push me higher, push me I can't wait"
Her mama would push a couple times but there was laundry still to do
So she learned to use her own strength, pull her own weight, push on through.

To swing higher, higher than before
Higher, but afraid to reach for something more
Higher, higher towards the sky
Until the day she bent to kiss her mama a last goodbye.

There once was a little boy who rode that swing set
He had a licorice twist from the store in town and two knobby skinned-up knees
While his sister pin the laundry, the little boy would cry out loud,
"Push me higher, push me higher, push me, pretty please!"
The girl would push a couple times but there was laundry still to do
Then she watched, amazed, as that little boy simply pulled his own weight through.

To swing higher, higher than she dared
Higher, how he swings so high and not be scared?
Higher, he could touch the sky
Right then she knew that he would also one day tell her goodbye.

That little boy, he seemed so sure, was it something never taught to her?
How the years passed quickly by that girl's a woman still afraid to try.
Is it too late to start again, get back that feeling I had then?
But now my life is upside down
There's no more farm, there's no more town, and no use asking why
But I won't let it pass me by
Life won't pass me by
I'll fly.

Get back on that swing
Higher, soaring higher up than anything
Higher, I want something more
I dreamed I'd reach for greater things
My eyes upon those golden rings
I'll take what chance the future brings
And soar.