Little House
windows Bright
middle of the suburbs
middle of the night
can't sleep for reasoning
count sheep, it's feasible you think

Little girl
big dreams
throw them on the fire
rip them at the seams
it's so hard to get ahead
you wake up and suddenly you're old

Sometimes I fall
sometimes I fly

Little heart
so fiercly true
I hold you tenderly
cause I know what you've been through
I stand here despite the odds
a fighter against the storm and scorn

Sometimes I fall
sometimes I fly
don't be scared to try
you just might fly