Within a hidden valley
floats a hot air balloon

He raises his hopes
as high as the moon

He reaches up to scratch the surface
but, begins to deflate

He thinks, what can I do,
to unseal this fate?

Slowly, air streams from
a tear in his skin

The reality of the fall
begins to sink in

As it was childish to take a joy glide, without letting anyone know

-Hot- Headed -Brave- Balloon

all blown up with
nowhere to go!