Flying Swings

Flying, flying, flying here.
Childhood won't last forever; it is not meant to stay.
We will all grow up tomorrow, scatter far and drift away,
But for now we're just still children.
We've got time and miles to go.
Only sky and only wind now, only joy we've yet to know.
Only sky and only wind now, only joy we've yet to know.
Rising higher than the treetops with no borders,
With no fear, winged and weightless are the swings now.
Flying, flying, flying here,