As I sit in my room and look out at the trees,
I see something crawling out of the leaves.
It is so small, gentle and bright,
If only I could see it better in the light.

She has these long beautiful wings.
She has so many different things.
She looks so beautiful, mysterious and free,
Sometimes I only wish that could be me.

I want to do so many different things.
As I wonder, this beautiful creature happily sings.
When I look at her, I know that's who I want to be,
Sometimes I only wish that could be me.

She must be a fairy, the way she flies in the air.
She has little flowers, sitting in her hair.
There is a little jewel, sitting on her knee,
Sometimes I only wish that could be me.

I like the way she flies all around,
Because when she does it makes this beautiful sound.
She's so lucky to be that free,
Sometimes I only wish that could be me.

I want to be like her, the way she is able to fly.
She can do almost anything, and she always holds her head up high.
She can be, whatever she wants to be,
Sometimes I only wish, that could be me.

But then I think about my life,
And what I can turn out to be.
It makes me happy to know,
That I just love to be me.