I'm catching myself looking out for a cloud. Is it blue, is it pink, is it a dream? I'm looking for it everywhere I can but the ladder won't reach its way
Is it hiding in a forest or maybe wind brings it over
is it in people's hearts because sometimes the cloud isn't that nice
craving the sweetness and the soft texture it's not always a gesture
is the little things I'm searching in the wild, is the little things I'm searching in my heart, it's the things that keep me occupied and the things that can't escape the mind
Cloud is all around I even see it in your smile
what's real and what's an illusion that's my next conclusion
Clouds can have many colors. I see it in every feeling I borrow
I'm just scared one day I will lose the Cloud and the emotion will turn black