Balloon Friends

My friend is a balloon. He says he wants to fly away soon. When I heard the words that boy dare say, I tightened my grip and pulled him my way.

My friend is a balloon. And he's scared to say, that he wants the chance to naturally drift away. My whiny hands refuse him, gripping and yanking his string. My arrogant hands are might things.

My friend is a ballon. He's gone silent and I don't know what to do. I hurt him in a silent way, Now there's much I must pay.

One day, in dismay, my hands dare slip off the string. My heart went POP! My eyes they flooded. Everything seemed to be about me. That day I realized how selfish I be.

After that day, I was forever filled with doom. Stuck between the wrong and right tether. Then soon I was approached by someone in a room. They smiled and said to me, "Don't cry, whine or weep." "You needed to let them leave to find another."