The swing is just as endless
As the sky which looms above
Cloudless and empty, alone and friendless
The kind of beauty people dream of
If she kicked so hard, she touched the sun
But, never fear, she didn't burn
The chains brought her down to the earth so fast
Then one more push, to the sky she returned
Her imagination soared with the birds
Soul superior to land and sea
On the swing she could be anything
On the swing the girl was free
Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 10:19 PM UTC
The swing is just as endless
As the sky which looms above
Cloudless and empty, alone and friendless
The kind of beauty people dream of
If she kicked so hard, she touched the sun
But, never fear, she didn't burn
The chains brought her down to the earth so fast
Then one more push, to the sky she returned
Her imagination soared with the birds
Soul superior to land and sea
On the swing she could be anything
On the swing the girl was free
