My Air Balloon

One day, one day I shall make an air balloon. And in that air balloon I will fly away. Away from the ground where there is only hurt up into the air, just going around And in my air balloon which will be decorated with much flair, I will fly away to examine the stars. When I reach them, there will be no hurt, no pain, no war because it will be just me and my air balloon. From up in the sky, I know I will sigh, wishing you were with me away from the ground where there is only hurt. Up with me and my air balloon and the stars that twinkle so bright and the cold round moon where it is never night With me, and my air balloon.