My youngest daughter has been going through some difficult changes in her life lately, and, this morning, I found a poem that she wrote when she was 8 years old. 

Over the sky I see rainbows
Over the sky I see clouds
Over the sky I see birds flying
To catch up with the clouds

When you look up
There's a whole new world
Oh, what a beautiful sight to see
Will I have to cross over the rainbow
To be what I want to be?

If I could fly like an eagle
I'd fly to the clouds that I see
Maybe I'd move in with angels
Singing heavenly music to me

When I look around
At this old world
I see things I never have seen
I don't have to cross over the rainbow
To have anything I dream