My yellow balloon is my very own sun that shines down on me.
It dances in the wind at the end of my string and struggles to be free.
Though my balloon makes me happy, I've had others before
Who grew so sad and lonely that they fell down to the floor.
I just can't hold on any longer though it makes me sad to let it go.
But can I really remain the Hunter with my trophy sun in tow?
So with one last sigh I let go of the string to my sun.
Up in the air... goodbye Friend! Now you'll dance for everyone.