when the wind dies

The kites flying

High up in the bright windy sky

The vibration of the string

The light of freedom

This is a temporary measure

It makes a believe moment

Of forgetting the ills of a society

Believing everyone can fly

The sound of the wind

It feels good for just that moment

Living under the pretenses

Forgetting there is a string

When the wind dies

So the kites will fall from the sky

The decreasing speed gasping for wind

There is none as the kites hit the ground

History will tell

Once of empires flying high and strong

The people didn't believe it would fall

Then the wind died so the empires crumbled and died

History will keep repeating

The episodes for the people to remember

Like clockwork the story will follow the script

When the wind dies the kites will fall