How I miss being held in hands
and being carried every place

How I miss being grabbed and kissed
and getting chosen every time

How I miss the laughter I hear
and fights they have for me

Yet I depart alone untouched
with no one helping me

I will drift away far from love
far from you all

Without a aim to the blues
to the heavens above

I wonder is that how you all people meet your end
I wish we will meet somewhere up
like a lost filled up friend.

– Balloon.