Higher

There once was a little girl playing on a swing set
One her grandpa built by the sycamore tree
Near the rusty farmyard gate
And 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 scared 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 loved 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
That 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 suddenly
He pulled his own weight through

To swing higher, higher than she dared
Higher, he flew so high, he wasn't 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