Sneaking peeks at Christmas presents. Watching Shirley Temple movies with my dad. Watching my mom apply her makeup before work. Writing made-up newspaper stories and poems. The Little Mermaid and Beauty and the Beast. Sneaking outside to feel the grass beneath my feet. Asking Santa to tell Jesus happy birthday on his fly-by. Shoes that tap and skirts that twirl.
For the ladies, Faith Hill's "Fireflies".
Before you met me I was a fairy princess
I caught frogs and called them prince
And made myself a queen
And before you knew me I'd traveled 'round the world
And I slept in castles
And fell in love
Because I was taught to dream
I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture Tinker Bell
And they were just fireflies to the untrained eye
But I could always tell
Cause I believe in fairy tales
And dreamer's dreams
Like bedsheet sails
And I believe in Peter Pan
And miracles, anything I can to get by
And fireflies
Now before I grew up I saw you on a cloud
And I could bless myself in your name
And pat you on your wings
And before I grew up I heard you whisper so loud
Well life is hard and so is love
Child, believe in all these things
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