Sometimes I want to be a bubble
A floating thin and fragile thing
Sometimes I want to be a bubble
So I can drift along the wind
And everyone could see right through me
While I cast colors like a spell
And maybe if they really focus
They'd see a little of themselves
Sometimes I want to be a bubble
I think that I could really help
Cause everybody loves a bubble
It brings all people so much joy
To be the first to lay a finger
And have their own beauty to destroy
What would I be but separation
Between some air and other air
Yet I'd be cause for celebration
Of all the nothingness that's there
Sometimes I want to be a bubble
So I can get someone to care
And when you pop me
I just hope that you remember
Bubbles can appear anywhere