who knew how to dream.
She believed in anything
she could not see.
This bed was not a bed
but a stage, a scene —
the lights above, they shone so bright,
her voice, her song, a force to shake the night.
Above, the stars call down to her
from the ceiling,
“Starfire, they need you on the moon!”
Three second count, a drum roll
and she pulled all the universe into her one little room.
In the corner — oh no —
that’s not a wall at all
but the main thoroughfare
where’d she lead her band to the ball.
Strings under her little fingers,
she played her melody courageous and brave.
And when the castle caught fire,
she held the keys to the lake.
Her voice, her song, a force to shake the night;
one more drum roll, please, and the dam will break.
Hooray, hooray! This little girl,
a force of 4 feet 3,
set every prisoner of gravity and formality
who knew how to dream,
sat under the umbrella oak
and built a world from a tree.