There is a place where a little hero lives

And she has never come to harm,

And you are there in your white tee shirt,

And she is there before her growth spurt,

And there’s the smell of her grandmother’s dessert

To pull her out of your arm.

You are holding her high so she can fly

And she doesn’t know how hard that is.

And your bones are growing older,

But you still hold her on your shoulder,

I just wish someone had told her

“You won’t fly forever, so give that man a kiss

While you’re still in that place where a little hero lives.”

Yes, she’ll get bigger and smarter, and soon will come to know

She can’t fly forever if she continues to grow.

But she should’ve watched you smile after you landed her so long ago

Because one day you’ll be away, but here you stay:

Where that little hero lives.