I look at the sky, and I close my eyes.
My imagination begins to fly…
The sky can be full of kites, I think,
but also full of dreams.
My dream flies high, high up towards the stars.
I’m a little Afghan girl who doesn’t stop dreaming,
and my dream flies towards all of the regions,
entering houses, homes, families, and hearts.
A little girl, a dream, and a song for peace.