We look above to see the clouds blowing in the wind.
You dare not say there ugly or even unfit.
They paint the sky blue & white with the sway of the breeze in fall.
They make the sky seem so beautiful that you wonder will it ever begone?
The beauty and the wonder of a world so weak and frail,
It's strange how life can be so unkind and unfair.
Yet when you look above to see the clouds.
It seems it all just disappears,
The evil and the hurt that seems to always haunt us here.
