"I can only imagine..." The second that hit my heart felt like it hit the floor, And I burst out into tears. Then there was the signal, To release the balloons, And let go. Say goodbye. "Will I stand in your presence, or to my knees will I fall?" We watched 450 balloons drift away until only 3 were left. 3 blue ones seemed to line up, And float into the clouds late, After everyone else's did. Time to say goodbye.
RIP Max, Brad, and Christian. It's been a rough week for North High.