She sits there quietly, my dear
she's afraid that no one can hear her
She looks and listens
but never speaks
for if she does
she'll be cast out with the freaks

But who's to say a freak is not something to be?
To be anything
anything at all
is at least something to be

But even with something to be
she isn't quite satisfied

So you show her the sky
She looks up at the sun
and wishes for the night
She looks up at the moon
and wishes for the world

For you see
dreams, aspirations, and adventures
were made to be
for the quiet little girl
who wanted nothing more
than the
whole
wide
world.