Clouds are so pure and white
living in the sky the clouds don't have a care in the world
some clouds live alone
and all clouds die out slow
clouds are what beautify our sky
but clouds are what brings us destruction some times
the clouds that i know cry for me all the time
y?
because my tears have all been dried up
and my eyes refuse to open to see the hurt
so i depend on those special clouds to feel my pain
i wait on those special clouds to cry my tears
the earth is the one that sometimes benefit from my tears
but most times my tears destroys it all in one day
