Kite

The Sunday after, there was laughter in the air
Everybody had a kite they were flying everywhere
And all the trouble went away and it wasn't just a dream
All the trouble went away and it wasn't just a dream

In the middle of the night
We try and try with all our might
To light a little light down here
In the middle of the night
We dream of a million kites
Flying high above the sadness and the fear

Little sister, just remember
As you wander through the blue
The little kite that you sent flying
On a Sunday afternoon

Made of something light as nothing
Made of joy that matters too
How the little dreams we dream
Are all we can really do