I was sent to the sky, being a kite,
Slowly, with parents holding the thread tight.
I never worried because they kept eyes on me,
And would take me back before sudden rain.
With sunshine and breeze, those days were plain,
But I wanted to be balloons because they were free.
Then I became a balloon somehow,
And start to be free.
I can move around but it is not my intention,
With the help of wind but lose my way.
I begin to worry about the weather,
Will it be sunny or rainy?
I know that I am weak.
I should be strong.
Using my own power to fly,
And fight against wind in the sky.
Like an eagle, with no fear,
To find my own way.
Slowly, with parents holding the thread tight.
I never worried because they kept eyes on me,
And would take me back before sudden rain.
With sunshine and breeze, those days were plain,
But I wanted to be balloons because they were free.
Then I became a balloon somehow,
And start to be free.
I can move around but it is not my intention,
With the help of wind but lose my way.
I begin to worry about the weather,
Will it be sunny or rainy?
I know that I am weak.
I should be strong.
Using my own power to fly,
And fight against wind in the sky.
Like an eagle, with no fear,
To find my own way.