Higher, push higher, right into the sun!
I can lift my small hands up and pinch the pink cloud,
I’ll swing to eternity ‘till my senses feel none,
Higher, push higher, my chin holds up proud!
Sharp rays of the sun turn my hair a light blonde
May I fling as far up as these ropes have allowed!

Sweep me, just sweep my young heart off the ground.
Our fingers entwine like the hairs of a rope.
My feet brush the bushes that encircle the swing.
Sweep me, just sweep me, perhaps we’ll elope.
The hinges hoist my faint figure this way and that,
Creaking ever so faintly as if they’d lost hope.

Gently, sway gently, oh dear if you may,
The splintery seat of this swing can’t withstand such a weight.
My worn-out shoes sigh at the dream of a break.
Gently, sway gently, in my dreary state.
My feet find themselves barely leaving the ground.
This swing holds me down, but I feel so unbound.
I lift my head up, with a force very mild,
To gaze at the same sun I saw as a child.