Found my old drawings today
Astronaut dreams tucked away
Paper planes we used to fold
Now they're yellow, worn and old
Flying through my bedroom door
Never touched the stars before
But maybe that's okay, okay
These paper wings will find their way
Mom said I could be anything
Now my dreams have different wings
Different kind of gravity
Pulling me to who I'll be
Sometimes I still feel six years old
Launching dreams into the unknown
Different flight path than
I planned But I'm learning how to land
Flying through my bedroom door
Never touched the stars before
But maybe that's okay, okay
These paper wings will find their way