Hey little kids, let the good times roll, let me float above the clouds and let the wind blow. Let me hit the sun for i can shine a smile, and when it rains hide me for awhile. I will be there for you when you need me most, but if you aren't there for me then i'm as real as a ghost. Let me fly high, and my tail wag, i'll stand for you more than our country stands for our American flag. I'll never let you down, but now you stop putting me up, you throw me the ground and pull my strings, breaking apart my everything, and you blame me, the kite for not going high when you're the one who didn't let me fly.