My Red Balloon
My love is like a red, red balloon....
Full and free.
Hope, like helium, fills my heart
Sending me soaring into heights unknown,
Driving me farther than I ever imagined I could reach.
My love is like a red, red balloon....
Contently tied to my beloved.
His open hand gently takes hold of my heartstrings.
Happily I follow where ever he leads,
Trusting him to guard the delicate strands he accepted.
My love is like a red, red balloon....
Pricked with a pin.
As the air slowly drains out,
I deflate and sink to the ground
Until finally, completely empty, I wither and die.
My love is like a red, red balloon....
No more.
Afraid to fly.
Afraid to tie.
Afraid to die.
My sad, sad red balloon....
Full and free.
Hope, like helium, fills my heart
Sending me soaring into heights unknown,
Driving me farther than I ever imagined I could reach.
My love is like a red, red balloon....
Contently tied to my beloved.
His open hand gently takes hold of my heartstrings.
Happily I follow where ever he leads,
Trusting him to guard the delicate strands he accepted.
My love is like a red, red balloon....
Pricked with a pin.
As the air slowly drains out,
I deflate and sink to the ground
Until finally, completely empty, I wither and die.
My love is like a red, red balloon....
No more.
Afraid to fly.
Afraid to tie.
Afraid to die.
My sad, sad red balloon....