 (Written by Christopher Mark Gray and Brent Wilson)
1st Verse
She could be the first female President
Or be the doctor whose experiment finds the cure to what she’s in here for
But right now treatments keep her sick in bed
That baseball cap never leaves her head and while she sleeps I sit and dream
One day I asked her, “What do you wanna do when you grow up?”
I soon found out I wasn’t dreamin’ big enough----she said.......
Chorus
I’m gonna ride my bike, I’m gonna climb a tree
I’m gonna fly a kite, score a run in little league
I’m gonna go to school, make a friend, be able to run again
Take off my mask and just breathe in the air
But most of all----I’m gonna braid my hair
2nd Verse
She could question God, Lord knows I would
She could just give up, I don’t think I could-- be that strong --or fight so long
How can such a little girl have such big faith?
That even through the pain she still prays---saying God will make a way
Chorus
For me to ride my bike, for me to climb a tree
I’m gonna fly a kite, score a run in little league
I’m gonna go to school, make a friend, be able to run again
Take off my mask and just breathe in the air
But most of all----I’m gonna braid my hair
Bridge
That’s down to my waist
And then I’ll get it cut so they can make Locks of Love for some little girl who’s just like me
And wonders if she’ll ever be……
Chorus (slight change)
Able to ride her bike, able to climb a tree
Able to fly a kite, score a run in little league
Able to go to school, make new friends, be able to run again
Take off her mask and just breathe in the air
But most of all---she can braid her hair
She can braid her hair
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