There's no use crying over a popped balloon.
Grasped inside a loving hand,
Glistening string is it's line of living.
Blue and green, a little brown, shiny and new,
Is how it sounds,
But inside filled with life cut still,
Years and years, smiles and tears,
All inside this little thing,
Dark shadows cast in beams of light.
Grinning is the young,
Tired is the old.
Fingers slipping, there it goes!
Higher higher, no please no,
Save us help, save us please, begging, begging!
Hear our pleas!
Those couple moments of having not a care,
Will bring us nothing but despair!
Up and up, fly fly away.
Relevancy destroys our careless ways.
Pop.