Freedom can be found floating above.
Independence and grace, soaring like a dove.
But unlike the bird, we all must come down.
The fall from the clouds to this gloomy town.

You can try to stay up there.
But the cloud will evaporate into air.
The descent back down to Earth is fast.
The impact is one that will surely last.

Swallow the sadness with a liquid friend.
But that moment of happiness will quickly end.
Destruction and despair will surely follow.
Then the purging will make you hollow.

What solemn truths are you trying to hide?
What horrible pasts control such a ride?
Instead of cowardice, confront your foes.
And rid yourself of such deadly woes.