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Red Balloon
Laying, back in my garden,
Birds sing, my tune,
Grass is, smelling the sweetest,
It’s been since June,
Warm toes, up to my ankles,
Heating my shoes,
Looking, past Altostratus,
White clouds, sky blue.
I hold in my hand all my hope,
It goes so soon,
I’m weightless inside my mind’s eye,
Hold my red balloon.
Floating, up to my castle,
Boundaries, do fall,
Air is, tasting the cleanest,
It’s been, at all,
Safe hands, down to my elbows,
Guiding me home,
Listening, to anechoic,
Female soft tones.
I hold in my hand all my hope,
It goes so soon,
I’m weightless inside my mind’s eye,
Hold my red balloon.
(And I’m) trying to sleep but I stay awake,
And the street light is hitting on the roof again,
(But I) I think about all of my mistakes,
And the trivial actions of my troubled days,
(And) I’m trying here for goodness sake,
But my legs are on a journey I can’t control,
My eyes are shutting down and I try again,
And my red balloon is waiting to meet me there….
I hold in my hand all my hope,
It goes so soon,
I’m weightless inside my mind’s eye,
Hold my red balloon.
credits
from
Old Tracks & Shrood Ideas,
released May 5, 2001
Written, Recorded and Produced by Ryan Mitchell-Smith 2008.
© Ryan Mitchell-Smith 2008. All Rights Reserved.
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