What goes up, Must Come Down, Unless Your A Helium Balloon

What goes up, must come down
Unless your a helium balloon
Soaring to the heavens above
Touching the tips of the clouds
Smelling freedom the higher you go

You'll stare down the radiant sun
As it starts to wither away
Behind snow-topped mountains
And the crescent moon shines
While millions of stars open their eyes

And when you think your so alone
A screeching owl will come to say hello
The wind from the flapping wings
Will send you spiraling to the open seas
And waves collide with clear sand

When clouds start to flood their tears
And thunder gallops through the sky
Lightning brightens the darkest skies
You'll be thinking once over again
What goes up, must come down..

Unless your a helium balloon..
You'll just come down in pieces..