Windy day

whizzing and whirling faster bdown a round line
a floating, a feeling of being there...but where?
itīs white this cord...not wanting to let go
I shall hold on to it like a child with a balloon in a fair ground on a windy day

once I was there...but now I am here?
and this is where I have to stay
night turns to light
seconds, minutes pass away

I really donīt want to let go of my past
I am not sure about this or how long it will last
I hold on to my safety

it feels strange in here

I am starting to cry and shed a tear
I donīt think this is for me
I start to climb up my tree
but now my safety has grown branches...misty
I cannot see the way
they ask me to stay...

I am with my mummy on a windy day holding on to my balloon
so it will not float away
hold on tightly, mummy says
I squeeze my hand...
I cry...and watch my lovely balloon just slip...and float...away
it will, I hope and pray, come back some time, some day

softly a voice says thatīs o.k. so you can hold on to your balloon on a windy day