Take me away on a hot air balloon,
soaring above with the stars in their gloam.
Send me your smile as our hearts sing a tune
over the hills to the place you call home.
Teach me to laugh with the birds of the sea,
swooping for fish in the cold silver foam.
Show me your touch as we fly far and free,
over the hills to the place you call home.
Train me to love as our shadows extend
far from the streets that you once used to roam.
Give me your kiss as we start to descend
over the hills to the place you call home.
Take me away on a hot air balloon
over the hills to the place you call home.
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© Tom Ling, 2015