Her sigh rang out
While the sky turned grey
One by one the clouds dropped
Oversized cottenballs
Kissing her face
She stood there as it washed over her
So what if the sky is falling
When she has nowhere
Left to go
Held her hand in the moonlight
In the morning she was gone
Stand still, tomorrow will be gone
Her along with it
Goodbye woman of the clouds
I hope you find someplace to hide
The ground shall never be as forgiving
As the sky