Cut Balloon

As a little kid I had a secret that I never told;

A special prize all my own that I never showed;

I wanted to keep it to myself but time continued by;

So I showed my prize to the world at first a little shy;

But my prize then blew away as if the string were cut;

If only I had never spoke and my mouth stayed shut;

Then unlike a cut balloon it wouldn’t blow away;

It never would had a reason to anything but stay;

But my prize was so much more than just a prize for me;

It was a prize so beautiful the world just had to see;

So as my prize floated away just past my fingertips;

I watched it leave with a final goodbye found upon my lips;

It looked so happy way up there floating towards the sun;

And now I see that for it, life has finally begun;

I’m happy the world can see my prize but I’m sad it has to go;

Please just remember me when you look below;

So my sister, my special prize, how’s it with the sun;

Is he nice, is he sweet, are you having fun;

Sometimes do you still look back before I let you go;

Sometimes do you miss me too when you look below?