[Female] There's a little girl inside me With a galaxy of questions, Making kingdoms out of blankets, Giving clouds their own professions. She can hear the ocean laughing, Sees a dragon in the steam, And she tugs upon my sleeve: "Come on, there's something we can dream." I've been busy being careful, Keeping lists and keeping pace, But she left a little drawing Where my worries take up space. It's a house with crooked windows, It's a sun with purple hair, It's the life I haven't pictured Since I learned to call it rare. [Female] Come out, come out, Little light, let's play. We can make a little magic In an ordinary day. You don't have to be impressive, You don't have to get it right. Bring your pocket full of planets; I'll bring somewhere safe tonight. [Female] Inner child of imagination, Take my hand, we're coming home. Paint a doorway in the daylight; We have somewhere new to go. Let your laughter shake the ceiling, Let your colors overflow. I can hold you while you're dreaming, We can take it sweet and slow. Oh, wonder, wonder, Wake up in my eyes. Inner child of imagination, You have room inside my life. [Female] She says, "Why don't we go dancing While the dinner's on the stove? Why not sing a made-up language To the flowers as they grow? Can we wear the dress we're saving? Can we splash instead of rush? Can we listen to that seashell? I think it's telling us to hush." So I kneel beside her questions, Let my shoulders settle down. Watch a beetle cross a sidewalk Like a king who owns the town. We invent a tiny legend For the boat beyond the bay, Then we laugh until the grown-up In me wants to come and play. [Female] Come out, come out, Little heart, you're heard. You can tell me what you're feeling Even when you have no words. You don't owe the room a giggle, You can cry and still belong. I'll sit down beside your silence; We can find our way to song. [Female] Inner child of imagination, Take my hand, we're coming home. Paint a doorway in the daylight; We have somewhere new to go. Let your laughter shake the ceiling, Let your colors overflow. I can hold you while you're dreaming, We can take it sweet and slow. Oh, wonder, wonder, Wake up in my eyes. Inner child of imagination, You have room inside my life. [Female] Maybe we'll build a moon garden, Maybe we'll write a strange book. Maybe the first brave beginning Is giving a small wish a look. A pencil, a page, twenty minutes, A melody hummed on a walk— Dreams become things we can touch When we give them a place in our thoughts. We can imagine a future And choose a small step we can take. We can make beautiful messes And learn from the things that we make. Some castles belong to a story, Some houses need timber and stone. I'll help you discover the difference; You won't have to figure it alone. [Female] I remember pretending the hallway Was a bridge to an undiscovered land. Now I walk through the years to that doorway With a gentler heart and an open hand. There are wishes I buried for safety, Little songs I was shy to let fly. Today I can hear one returning, And I let it come out without asking it why. Let the table be covered in colors. Let the sea wind rearrange my hair. Let me look at a familiar morning And find something astonishing there. I don't need to return to my childhood To welcome the wonder it knew. I can grow into someone who listens When that small voice says, "What could we do?" [Female] We could dance in the kitchen, We could learn a new tune, We could name every star In our own little cartoon. We could call up a friend, We could make something kind, Leave a note like a sunbeam For a stranger to find. We could rest when we're tired, We could ask what we need, Give the garden some water, Give the dreaming a seed. [Female] Inner child of imagination, Take my hand, we're coming home. Paint a doorway in the daylight; We have somewhere new to go. Let your laughter shake the ceiling, Let your colors overflow. I can hold you while you're dreaming, We can take it sweet and slow. Oh, wonder, wonder, Wake up in my eyes. Inner child of imagination, You have room inside my life. [Female] Put your treasures on the windowsill, Tell me what you'd like to make. I have room for all your questions, I have time for us to take. The moon is floating on the water, There's a breeze beneath the door. You whisper, "Can we keep exploring?" I say, "That's what living's for." Come out, come out, Little light, let's play. I will listen when you whisper; You can help me find the way. With my feet upon the earth And your colors in the sky, Inner child of imagination, Come create this life with I.
