When I swing, I feel free, like a bird, unable to fly.

Like a frog, forced to walk, like a, like a girl on a swing.

I try to catch the sun, moon, and stars, but I can’t reach.

Then you speak, and brings me back, only to wish fly again.

When I close my eye, I see myself fly, floating, reaching, and I wish it was real.

Because I am just a girl on a swing.