♪♬: Light Balloons (with song)

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(Sirens mooing)
She sits where rooftops lean into the wind,
hands folded in a prayer of despair.
There was a time the sky was full of birds,
and doors stayed open
just because they could.

Now silence wears the streets like a shroud,
names disappear between sirens.
Even the bells hum softer now—
what joy is left to fill the air?

She remembers the sound of bread being broken,
the way laughter spilled in kitchens.
Her heart aches from what she’s lost—
Even more from what refuses to leave.

Light balloons float high above the rooftops.
They rise where footsteps dare not go.
She watches them
and does not cry.
Because they see what she can only imagine—
a morning without sirens,
a sky that does not burn.

Hope is not loud,
but it lifts.
Even the smallest light
knows where to go in the dark.

Light balloons float high above the rooftops.
They carry no message,
just breath.
She lets them rise
because to dream
is still a kind of resistance.

Somewhere above,
a balloon forgets to fall.


With love, © Aífe