I grew up wishing for the things you have

And I tell myself that one day

I'll have all those little things

I'll have blueberries for breakfast and

I'll look out of my bay window to see

The white picket fence that surrounds my yard

And beyond that I'll see the sunrise and

Hear the birds chirping and 

I'll be awake and alive and 

I won't be scared of anything

I won't be scared to say I love you