As The Years Pass By

A lullaby from the throats of thunder allows me to let the balloons go,

A freedom i cannot have as the years pass by;tucked in by the comforts of the world,

An old fashioned refusal to face the sheets of wind;an aweful ache gets heavy on my bones,

The soul cry for a thorough escapist,as a flame fades to black and the mirror crashes to someone else,

I let the balloons go and burst in tears;the lullaby from the throats of thunder is dismissed as delusion!!