There’s a seesaw that goes up and down,
It can take you to the moon, and also make you drown.
You try to hang on, stay up in the air,
But the seesaw has its rules, it doesn’t seem fair.

So you sit with your feet on the ground, praying for it to pass,
And just as you begin to lose hope, the seesaw moves at last.
And once again you are up in the air, flying higher and higher,
Believing He has finally listened, and delivered your heart’s desire.

And in your happiness you forget, you were never meant to fly,
That’s when the seesaw drops, pulling you down from the sky.
And as you lie on the ground, wishing for the days when you were flying high,
You look up to the heavens, one last time, before you say goodbye.