Take my hand and hold on tight
My hand: the string, my heart: the kite
Let it float and flutter in the wind
Let it shine before the sun gets too dim
Instead, you tugged and pulled it down
Metal stakes barred and pinned me to the ground
Attaching a metal key and a note
"My love for you always dies" you wrote
Soon clouds formed in the sky
And once again, you let me fly
Ascending higher and higher until it was struck
By God's good flicker from above
The kite's wings burned and turned to ash
This day in the field is now a day of the past