keiko there once was a little girl playing on a swing set one her grandpa built by the sycamore tree near the rusty farm yard gate and while her mama pinned the laundry the little girl would cry out loud push me higher push me higher push me i can t wait her mama would push a couple times but there was laundry still to do so she learned to use her own strength pull her own weight push on through to swing higher higher than before higher but scared to reach for something more higher higher towards the sky until the day she bent to kiss her mama a last goodbye there once was a little boy who loved that swing set he had a licorice twist from the store in town and two knobby skinned up knees while his sister pinned the laundry that little boy would cry out loud push me higher push me higher push me pretty please the girl would push a couple times but there was laundry still to do then she watched amazed as suddenly he pulled his own weight through to swing higher higher than she dared higher he flew so high but wasn t scared higher he could touch the sky right then she knew that he would also one day tell her goodbye that little boy he seemed so sure was it something never taught to her how the years passed quickly by that girl s a woman still afraid to try is it too late to start again get back that feeling i had then but now my life is upside down there s no more farm there s no more town and no use asking why but i won t let it pass me by life won t pass me by i ll fly get back on that swing higher soaring higher up than anything higher i want something more i dreamed i d reach for greater things my eyes upon those golden rings i ll take what chance the future brings and soar