There was once a kite flyer
who flew his kites so high
He can hold on to his strings
and never get tired
He makes his kites by hand
He makes 'em colorful
He makes 'em grand
So one day, the kite maker flew his finest kites
In the hopes of showing everyone his amazing feats of flight
But because there were so many and the wind was strong
His strings tangled and the flight patterns got all wrong
one of the strings snapped and one of the kites flew
the wind took it and away it blew
One by one the strings broke
and all the kite flyer can do was to watch them float
away from him, the kites were set free
All his hard work, his dreams. his reality
The kite flyer looked up the sky
crying and regretting
There's nothing left of him
nothing but broken strings