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 houseguests 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
When I let loose and let myself fall as I may, I get hurt.
When I hold everything back and build them walls up high, I get hurt.
What am I suppose to do?
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's learning how to dance in the rain.
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