Some people have strings that pull them down
Like balloons stuck low, they can’t leave now
People laugh if they try to fly
Even though their colours fill the sky

Some hold hands and hate starts
The kind of hate that breaks hearts
They’re told, “Don’t be like that, it’s weird.”
Even though love should always be cheered.

Some have skin that’s not the same,
Some are hated for how they came,
They’re hated and hated because of their shine,
Even though their shine fills the sky.

Someday I hope the strings disappear
And every balloon can cheer and feel no fear
No hate, no laughs, no pulling down
Just colours floating all around.