Thursday, April 30, 2009

Cloud

Look at my mother

Look at my father

Look at my brother

Don’t look at me

 

I’m just a cloud

Passing the sun

Brushing over the

Deep blue sea

 

For I’m here

Just for a while

As a fleeting glimpse

You can talk to me

 

Tell me you’re happy

Tell me your worry

Tell me your fear

Tell me what you see

 

If you’re sad

Growing mad

Take my hand

You can come with me

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