A Childhood Swing

I am singing
While I swinging
I pump high,
As the sky
I feel like I could fly
But I don’t try

I wish I could
But I don’t think I should
I pump higher and higher
Wishing I could be a flier
And I try to fly
Way up in the sky

They breeze blows
As the grass grows
And time passed by
As I fly
And then I fall
And I bounce like a rubber ball