believe I can fly,
not like the birds—
their wings are too small for my dreams.
No, I would soar higher,
to where the clouds are soft like pillows,
and the stars are close enough
to catch in my hands.
I would dance with the wind,
play tag with the moon,
and whisper secrets to the sun.
I believe I can fly
because the world feels endless
when I close my eyes.
There are no limits in my mind,
no voices saying, That’s impossible.
Just the wide-open sky,
waiting for me to jump.
When I grow up,...