Cut my string,
and let me fly
I'll surf the clouds,
and live a dream
I'll see the world,
from stormy skies
As the giants toss me,
in a game of ball
I'll capture memories,
in my flapping bows
Someday I'll bring them,
home to you
But first cut my string,
and let me fly
I can't stand another moment,
wrapped around hands,
tangled in trees,
forgotten in the outside,
stored away until you want to play

So
cut my string
and let me fly