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I raise my trembling hands up high to put a balloon in the clearly frozen sky where dragonflies breed and atrophy where Candy Bombers used to pass by

I bear my cross in quietude and carry my burden until my doubts are mute in pursuit of home - my only cure I will walk until my itchy feet are sore I am overcome with wanderlust as my balloon ascends in a heavy gust

certain those clouds soon roll by so that I can see my balloon attempting to fly I watch their vapour trails fade away won't ever reach them 'cause they never stay

I bear my cross in quietude...

suddenly I hear their airplanes drone they croon a song so haunting and unknown a song about boundless freedom a song they immortalise you in

I smell their fuel and the smoke of burning wood yes, I would if you could but we never should airlifts and balloons Indian summer this second is weightless wrapped in gossamer

now bear my cross in quietude and lost my doubts and my parachute free fall from the canopy hoping for someone to catch me still overcome with wanderlust as my balloon ascends in a heavy gust