Not Giving Up Just Yet

Tied to a balloon,

So high in the sky

It flies with ambition,

The birds fly by.

The cuts on my arms,

The bruises on my knees

My balloon will never stop flying.

It will never pop on me.

My balloon will reach the highest place,

Beyond the horizon

They will never stop me, I say

They will never defeat me.

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