Little Balloon

Little balloon goes flying in the air
 Little balloon, come on down from there
 My skirt is trailing in the dirt below
 I follow close till my breath starts to go
 Evergreen trees raise their voice as one
 Branches wide, offering their love
 I try to climb; I want to touch the stars
 Sap in my hair, I don't make it far
 Always how my story ends
 Feels like I'm slipping from your hand
 Try and try, time and time again
 I want to hold on; hope I can
 Grassy hills, far as I can see
 Running fast, through a sea of green
 I trip and fall, my face meets the ground
 Gently weeping, waiting to be found
 Always how my story ends Feels like I'm slipping from your hand Try and try, time and time again
 I want to hold on; hope I can
 No one is able to steal what is in Your hands
 Always how my story ends
 Feels like I'm slipping from your hand
 Try and try, time and time again
 Try and try, time and time again
 Try and try, time and time again I want to hold on; hope I can