The Kite

Stopped at the dime store
Bought a kite and some string
She drove in the park, sat in a swing
And remembered how this used to be
She and her momma's delight
They'd run barefooted, hold hands and twirl
Sit in the grass and talk girl to girl
Shared their heartaches
And the cares in their world
And write them on the back of a kite

The two would start running
Throw it up in the air
Slowly the breeze
Would lift up their prayer

And they would fly their hurts up to heaven
And sail their sorrows to the sky
Watch the wind carry their worries
Stand there and wave them goodbye
Then after a while, momma would tell her
That everything would be alright
'Cause Jesus had read their letter
Written on the back of a kite

She found a park bench, sat there alone
Seven months pregnant
With a child of her own
She missed her momma
And the love they had known
As her heart trickled out of her eyes
So many things she wished she'd have said
Unanswered questions danced in her head
The ink had run from the tears she had shed
That fell on the back of the kite

She started running threw it up in the air
Slowly the breeze lifted up her prayer

And then she blew her hurts up to heaven
And sailed her sorrows to the sky
Watch the wind carry her worries
Stood there and wave them goodbye
Thought she'd heard momma tell her
That everything would be alright
'Cause Jesus had read her letter
Written on the back of a kite

Oh, oh...

Stopped at the dime store
Bought a kite and some string
She drove in the park, sat in a swing