From a child becomes a woman
yet balloons are still are flown
For in darkened skies they reach
in memory this heart does moan
The darkest days still balloons fly
And move on least a tear is in the eye
The winds will come blow away the rain
And paint the skies not in vain
For she has not left and waits above
In your heart she is there to share her love
For is not her favorite song beneath the wings
She shelters you with a pale white glove
And leads the choir of angels as she sings