Springs

Ok so I couldn't come up with a title so, sorry

this is a poem/song.

Baby blue staring out the window

Counting drops of rain

wondering if she's got the guts to do it

keep on reaching though the ground might shake

keep on climbing though the land might break

youve come this far dont you look back now

cause you can learn to fly.

((I love this song, probably because I didn't write it. It is by a group of girl. I forget their band name, but look them up.))