He carried her on his shoulders
And for a moment she could fly
Hanging high above it all
Taking a piece of the cotton candy sky

Holding hands and walking,
He whistled her favorite song
She knew every line by heart
Knowing just where she belonged

But then happy days became fewer
And kisses goodnight went away
The little girl sat reeling
Praying for a better day

Then no one carried her up high
For they couldn’t bear the weight of the guilt
And music became but a memory
And she’s trapped in a house that sorrow built

But she found other ways to taste the sky
And she wishes on stars at night,
Giving the moon a blow,
And she wonders if she’s doing this right

She carries her prison with her
Seldom letting herself forget
And if home is where the heart is,
She and her misery are set