it's a spring fling thing (huxley's day in the park)

i made it through the darkness 
i had stepped out from the night 
to a blue sky that was waiting 
spreading wide the sunshine light 
i had grandma there to hold me 
i had family who had wept 
in too many distant hours 
in the rooms where i had slept 

is it spring or is it summer 
does it matter anymore 
because my small steps meet the pavement 
like they always did before 
and a hand is there to hold me 
lent from family and from friends 
there's a dawn that's always waiting 
when the new day now begins 

i am right there in the middle 
of each life i dare to touch 
and each prayer that they have offered 
lets me offer back so much 
i am knee high to a grapevine 
i am small but i am strong 
and my life plays out the music 
in a never ending song 

every minute still more precious 
and i know no reasoned rhyme 
i'm too young to think through changes 
that can change me over time 
there's the green grass and the gardens 
as they bud in life anew 
and i drink the cool air waiting 
like some heady life-filled brew 

there's a guy that writes about me 
in his poetry and songs 
and like hundreds there with others 
he is right where he belongs 
i can give this life to many 
in my spirit and my trials 
as we trudge our roads together 
as we tread our distant miles 

there were blue skies for the taking 
there were parks with fields of green 
bringing somehow to my memory 
things that i had rarely seen 
and the world was better for it 
that my little frame was there 
i was blooming like the blossoms 
and new life was everywhere 

i am right there in the middle 
of each life i dare to touch 
and each prayer that they have offered 
lets me offer back so much 
i am knee high to a grapevine 
i am small but i am strong 
and my life plays out the music 
in a never ending song

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