She’d had it with the world down there, her head up in the clouds,

Tired of the looks and scowls, the city was too loud,

She thought one day she’d leave it all, and head up to the moon,

She sat in her most favorite chair, and tied it with balloons,

Away she went, up towards the stars, her favorite place to look,

The sight was much like poetry, In her most favorite book,

She wasn’t scared, though she was higher than the mountain tops,

She hoped and hoped, for her own sake, her dreams would never stop.