Mother always said, That a red balloon is magic, That is why it escapes into the sky, Where no one can ever snatch it, She said the magic comes from us, We fill it with our soul, So that everything that’s precious, Can never be taken. She bought my first little red balloon, When I was only five, And she told me to fill it up with air And big with important things inside, So I blew it up with wishes, And I blew it up with hope. I blew it up with dreams I tied it off with a knot, And sealed it nice and tight, Then I released it up into the sky, Where it disappeared out of sight I know the magic is still in side I feel it in my life...
Posted on: Fri, 21 Nov 2014 09:15:32 +0000
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