Tied to a string
You soar high in the sky
We may control you
But you still teach us to fly

Floating in the air
You're your own king
Fighting your own wars
You're the bird without wing

We pull your string hard
You dive towards your head
A little hole in balance
Can make you go mad

But when your string gets cut
You know your end is near
Somewhere in the dust
Lies your worst fear

The fear of being crumpled
The fear of being torn
But don't mind dear kite
It's just the legacy you've borne

In your short little life
You set up an example
Even in that dust
Your hopes never trample

Since the day you are made
You know what's your fate
And still, you look up at sky
And set up a worthy date

You dance with the air
You sing with the sun
Before being cut
You have all the fun

You forget about yesterday
You make the day pleasant
Without worrying about the future
You always enjoy the present

Why can't we be like that
Why can't we forget the scars
Why can't we live the day
Why do we always aim for the stars

Why kite, why
Why can't we be like you?