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