little girl
you are soaring in the sky
not a thought is in your precious mind
you don't even know why
oh, little girl
your eyes are full of wonder
your carousel mind is reeling
is it possible? Could it be?
what are all these things that you see?
is this eternal bliss? Or is it merely a menagerie?
little girl, little girl
with your heart so rich and pure
could this be it? the place of the legends they spit?
is your soul free at last?
