strong tug on the nylon string
fluttering sideways in the true-blue sky
in the wind it starts to sink
with no worries that it will die

running in the lalang fields
holding strong to my line
enjoying the cool breeze
hoping for it to fly high

with a slight entanglement to a branch
it snapped in no time
i stood there feeling stunned
looking frantically for its sign

i closed my eyes
and prayed to god
where should i start to find
where has my kite gone?