First there was a lock
now you have the key,

The chains holding you down
finally set you free,

Open the door
step into the light
all that bad stuff
dissolves into the night.

Seeing shapes in the clouds
on this exquisite day,
look a horse frolicking in the hay

Now look! A witch
and that little one's starting to look like a cat,
even the top of her head looks like a pointed hat

Some say there's a connection
between mind and cloud,
unconscious patterns
externally stand proud

And on a day like today
it's hard not to believe
it's true.