Heart String

My heart will always be a kite,
It's mercy not just to the wind.
It's tied fast to a string or two,
Not to mention it's paper thin.

It floats keenly on each breeze.
Only too soon to be wretched in.
It looks sullen upon the ground,
Wishing only to sore high again.

That's the explanation I'll give,
For why I catch each breeze,
Take myself from all I've known,
Flying fast up above the trees.

It won't matter how far I fly,
Above it I see where I've been,
I know I've been waiting all along,
Heart on a string to be pulled in.