The Last Balloon

You and I remember that shop

Where we bought those balloons

Instead of lollipops

Perhaps that’s what we most regret

War is not a childish fete

We didn’t really think it through

All we wanted were those balloons

We would have killed and maimed and more

Young, naive and something more

Maybe ignorance, maybe bravado

Maybe that of desperado

What I know, shivers my core

The wretched always keeping score

The things we saw, the things we heard

The eerie amidst the grey absurd

I asked you was it worth it all

Since all balloons have taken fall

Your face then fills of great remorse

You wish we took another course

One of peace and not of strife

Now you fear the afterlife

Karmic payment, spiritual debt

Universal law does not forget

You pull me close, you pull me over

Embracing where there once was clover

You point towards the sunless high

To something falling from sky

Yes… falling from the blackest sky

Was the last one of the red balloons

Goodbye.

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