All would be fine

Where, unknown precisely,
Someone cast a spell.
Blue at night in the sky
A balloon was sent to dwell.

All would be fine,
Let it float with no haste;
All would be fine,
But this balloon had taste.

Few believed him:
"You’re empty inside.
Doubt worse than beastie
Often cuts so wide.

All would be fine,
Let it float with no haste;
All would be fine,
Yet its soul felt distressed.

Lonely in the skies,
Day by day he’d roam.
He asked for but one thing,
Just find his home:

"All would be fine,
If I could just float slow,
All would be fine,
For my soul has grown low."

Where, unknown precisely,
Someone else did charm.
Pink balloon appeared fastly,
By blue’s side to warm.

All would be fine,
They fly together now;
All would be fine,
Though people sin somehow.

Once upon a time, they say,
At Earth's edge so far away,
Free as wind they flew aloft,
Unchained from all pain of strife.

All would be fine,
As they drifted through air;
All would be fine,
Except their souls were bare.

What if we dare?
Gather courage, take flight!
Who knows what lies beyond there,
In new worlds bright!