Have you ever noticed,

the little girl and her yellow balloon.

The way she holds onto the string

so gently yet so tightly

as if afraid to break it,

although even more afraid of letting go.

She just stands there watching,

that little girl and her yellow balloon.

Among a sea of people, and waves of sound,

yet still so terrifyingly alone,

facing the deafening silence.

When will it end?

She looked up and smiled,

that girl and her yellow balloon.

Because she still had her dreams,

because she still had her future,

She will hold on tight,

and float away.