Innocence Lost

I’m off to set balloons aloft
An outward act for inner pain
Perhaps you think my brain’s gone soft
I’m off to set balloons aloft
It’s “letting go” – don’t do this oft
I’m searching for this thing called “sane”
I’m off to set balloons aloft
An outward act for inner pain

The inner bits concern you not
This time, offenders dead and gone
Forgive those underground, I thought
The inner bits concern you not
A deal not meant for me, I bought
Account was mostly overdrawn
The inner bits concern you not
This time, offenders dead and gone

Those living, too, shall have their time
Perhaps balloons will work as well
all history – it starts to rhyme
Those living, too, shall have their time
Beyond the grave, an uphill climb
Feels like ascending down to hell
Those living, too, shall have their time
Perhaps balloons will work as well