A balloon cast astray by the wavering hand of a child Who wishes to know the latex orb filled with helium can fly But in the moment of segregation between the tips of his small fingers and the floating object's delicate string He discovers regret for the first time in his short life The feeling that will haunt him far past his young years and into adulthood Yet, it's only in these latter years of his life That he'll also discover he is envious of his abilities as a boy For he could let go then, easier than ever And today, he is forced to grasp his wife's bony fingers with a wrinkled hand of his own As today, the only delicate strings in life are the wires and tubes that travel through her In this moment he realizes he must travel back in time To relearn how to release his balloon As he wishes for nothing more than to let her fly in peace But he doesn't possess the strength to watch her float away
A story of a man from his childhood, then into his late adulthood, as he realize's how children who can let go of balloons possess the most courage. He must let his dying wife pass, but he doesn't possess a child's ability to let go anymore.