Their the glue
          holding my thoughts
solid through the hard times.

I would never fly a kite
            in a storm of depression,
            worried of being struck down.

But when I fly it with them,
the clouds disperse and my kite
                flies high with the love of all.


Every breath pushing my affection higher,
                                   I'll always fly this kite
           as long as there love breathes upon it.