One flew East to catch the golden ring.
One flew West to hear the children sing.
One flew far away;
Where she went she would not say.
Baby bright, in tiny toddler shoes,
Has the whole world to gain and just herself to lose.
Wariness and trust
She will learn, as all children must.
Freedom, calling like a secret friend,
Brings a balm for the wounds the doctor cannot mend.
This is how we climb:
Down the hole, one day at a time.
One flew East to catch the golden ring.
One flew West to hear the children sing.
One flew far away;
Where she went she would not say.
Bedtime stories were the best of all:
Queens and magic beans I still recall.
Mourning comes the dawn:
Innocence so soon foregone.
Lights and music and a rebel yell
Led the crowd as we vowed to make the old ones tell
Why the wars they wrought
Never won the comfort they sought.
Cold confusion and a pistol shot
Killed the kings on their carousels in Camelot.
Once they leave to roam,
Baby birds can never go home.
One flew East to catch the golden ring.
One flew West to hear the children sing.
One flew far away;
Where she went she would not say.
Bedtime stories were the best of all:
Queens and magic beans I still recall.
Mourning comes the dawn:
Wisdom born of wonders gone.
All the years we put behind us now
Only prove you can move but never change, somehow.
Spacemen never came;
Ken and Barbie still look the same.
Faith comes calling like a secret friend,
Saying, “Love means no less because all good things end.”
This is how we rise:
Make a wish, but open your eyes.
One flew East to catch the golden ring.
One flew West to hear the children sing.
One flew far away;
Where she went she would not say.