When I Was Young
When I was young
I wondered why
I couldn't reach up
and touch the sky
I thought I only
had to grow tall
I couldn't touch it
because I was small
But then I grew up
And I came to understand
The sky wasn't something
you could touch with your hand
My dreams of reaching
the sky diminished
And I felt my longing
Was truly finished
But now I find
Since I've grown old
My dreams have changed
Not raw and bold
the longing wasn't wrong
It was something true
On a different plane
what I needed to do
Reach to the very top
Of my existence here
Hold myself upright
Hold this earth dear
For the sky is such
A beautiful thing
Seen from down here
It makes your heart sing
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