A cloud I am
Large, grey, lonely
Controlled by the wind
Pushed by the wind,
Pulled by the wind,
No control, I have none.
In this lonely cloud I see a heart
Not of ice, but fire.
In a cloud so cold
So, so cold.
With a heart ablaze
Fire, the heart fire,
Does not fire burn?
Does not this heart burn?
Burns with the pain of loneliness?
