Balloons fill the sky on a early May night,
Balloons of many colors scatter on the count of three,
Balloons filled with notes,
Of love,
Hope,
Friendship,
Memories,
Saddness,
But none of hate,
Memories of him float in our minds just like the balloons,
Balloons of pink,
Blues,
And greens,
All scatter the sky of Kansas,
Where will they end up?
No one knows,
Why did he have to leave so soon,
No one knows,
Tears run down our faces,
Why?
Because he was great,
Nice,
Kind,
Loving,
Didn’t want anyone feeling bad for him,
No never,
Why do tears fall down everyones cheeks,
He was nice and friends with everyone,
Balloons fly,
Flutter,
And fill the sky,
Just like every April 25th memories of him fill everyones heart’s <3’s.
Memories of love,
Kindness,
Sadness,
Smiles,
And balloons!
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