The White Balloon

I saw a white balloon today tied to a banister

It swayed in the breeze but when the wind was still it struggled

The balloon fought against the cold black banister wanting to be free

And immediately my soul felt its pain cuz it reminded myself of me

Tied down and just wanting to escape, feeling totally stuck

So I cut it loose and let it soar, watching until it was gone

Goodbye white balloon, reach the highest height

For one day I won’t be tied down either and I’ll be rising to the sky

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