The wind picks up

And our kites fly high

Into the sky above

But something's not right

With the string of your kite

It's so torn and shredded 

I have no idea what happened

I know that you're trying

To hide it, ignore it

Secretly you say,

"I just feel like

Giving up today

I don't think that I 

Can hold on forever.

That kite can move on

And find someone better

It doesn't need me anyway."

I find it sad that now

You're only held down

By ties you've never seen

Snapping one by one in the wind

I hope you know

If you want to let go

That you can always 

Come find me.