Red Balloon
I'm still hearing hand clapping
Straight to me, straight to me
Something weird was happening behind the door
Something good, something i was not aware
Dying for, you've never thinked to die for
Let someone push you forward
When you're stuck in your self
Look ahead
Struggling, legs that don't go so far
As a poetry that can't describe
The beauty of a father aged for love,
Imploring
I had so many - steps to do
I was scared but i smiled
I didn't have to think to speed
Everyone looked at me
My red ballon was there
It meant i was not afraid
One, two, three talk to me
One two three breath, inspire me
I'm standing,I'm standing,I'm standing,I'm standing
Dying for, you never think to die for
Let someone push you forward
When you're stuck in yourself
Look ahead
Struggling, legs that don't go so far
As a poetry that can't describe
The beauty of a father aged for love,
Imploring
The smell of my steps on the ground is keen
I feel the autumn leaves creak
I reached the tree,
All right, I can go back
I feel the autumn leaves creak
Dying for, you never think to die for
Let someone push you forward
When you're stuck in your self
Look ahead
Struggling, legs that don't go so far
As a poetry that can't describe
The beauty of a father aged for love,
Imploring
Straight to me, straight to me
Something weird was happening behind the door
Something good, something i was not aware
Dying for, you've never thinked to die for
Let someone push you forward
When you're stuck in your self
Look ahead
Struggling, legs that don't go so far
As a poetry that can't describe
The beauty of a father aged for love,
Imploring
I had so many - steps to do
I was scared but i smiled
I didn't have to think to speed
Everyone looked at me
My red ballon was there
It meant i was not afraid
One, two, three talk to me
One two three breath, inspire me
I'm standing,I'm standing,I'm standing,I'm standing
Dying for, you never think to die for
Let someone push you forward
When you're stuck in yourself
Look ahead
Struggling, legs that don't go so far
As a poetry that can't describe
The beauty of a father aged for love,
Imploring
The smell of my steps on the ground is keen
I feel the autumn leaves creak
I reached the tree,
All right, I can go back
I feel the autumn leaves creak
Dying for, you never think to die for
Let someone push you forward
When you're stuck in your self
Look ahead
Struggling, legs that don't go so far
As a poetry that can't describe
The beauty of a father aged for love,
Imploring
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Writer(s): Matteo Palermo
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