One of these days

We’ll get out of this house and go to that place

And there won’t be a limit to how long we stay

Or how many other kids ask you to play

And we can ride rides or go to a game

Or dance in a crowd or fly on a plane

And I won’t have to go just a little insane

Wondering if the crowd around us cared at all

That despite your big voice, your lungs are still small

That despite how I try, I can’t do it all

Would they catch you if they saw you starting to fall?

If I yelled out for help, would they listen at all?

So often I imagine my heart might grow

As big as it feels.

Surrounding you

like a shield.

Protecting you from that crowd

who suddenly decided

That because you’re so small

We’re not even here.