If I cannot love myself
Then, I look up to the skies
And wonder how sometimes even the clouds cry
When the weather is so beautiful
Just in case a pelican moves by
Steals my quarter pounder
French Polynesia on my mind, wants me to stay here
Where skies cry and birds fly to Rio de Janeiro
But, the puddles of joy keep me here,happy and without sorrow
There is a special place for an eye of a sparrow that has fallen