We live, we observe everything come to pass
Heads in the clouds, thoughtless
Why does the world expect us to be so strong?
Who is strong?

So many clouds, swallowing us
I don't understand strengths.
Everyone is weak somehow.
Everyone's got their head in the clouds.

Strength and weakness are both obtainable.
Both will be obtained.
We learn strengths from the weak
and somehow become stronger in more perfect ways.