In a child’s hand, in a child’s heart
It’s not a toy, but a work of art
That glossy color, that beckoning shine
Oh sweet little purple balloon that is mine.
I will keep you forever, I forbid that you pop
I feel the joy you have given me will never stop
On the day that I die, you I’ll bring to my grave
For you give me courage, you make me feel brave.
Will you grow wrinkled with me, as the years pass us by?
Will you be there when I laugh, will you be there when I cry?
You’ll be with me forever, through rain and through snow
Until one windy day when I let the string go
One end tied to my heart and one tied onto you
As the string became tighter, empty space grew
Drifting farther away, the string breaks with a crack
Solitude falls onto me, I’m already off track
You fly up and away, just a dot in the sky
I know I can’t follow, but I have to wonder why
You would leave me for dead with my pain and my tears
When you once were the solution to most of my fears
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