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I feel like a child, trying to grasp the string of a kite,
Standing on tiptoe, as it lingers in flight.
Wishing with all my heart it’ll stay,
All I have to do is reach… a little… further.

But the ledge is unstable, and the rubble slips away,
And clumsily falling, after a heart stopping sway,
Despite the fact I know I will fall,
I’ll still make one last clutch.

I’ll drag the kite down with me, but at least I won’t lose it.

And yet, my hands are empty.
The back of my eyes prickle,
I lose control of my jaw,
I screw my eyes up against the blush,
But open them to see the shrinking dot of the kite.

Lying crumpled on the floor, bruised and grazed, nothing serious.
But inside, that flame, that spark,
Slowly dwindles,
And goes out.

Description
I feel like a child, trying to grasp the string of a kite,
Standing on tiptoe, as it lingers in flight.
Wishing with all my heart it’ll stay,
All I have to do is reach… a little… further.

But the ledge is unstable, and the rubble slips away,
And clumsily falling, after a heart stopping sway,
Despite the fact I know I will fall,
I’ll still make one last clutch.

I’ll drag the kite down with me, but at least I won’t lose it.

And yet, my hands are empty.
The back of my eyes prickle,
I lose control of my jaw,
I screw my eyes up against the blush,
But open them to see the shrinking dot of the kite.

Lying crumpled on the floor, bruised and grazed, nothing serious.
But inside, that flame, that spark,
Slowly dwindles,
And goes out.