When I look into the sky I see forever
Wary clouds of the infinitesimal kind
Water may wash the dirt away
Wind can lead a heart home
Wisdom wants to direct the path
While instinctual feet trudge on
Wild are the hairs pulled premature 
Wasted on a sense of needed advancement
Waging enraged regret for oats poorly sown
Where have all the past time gone
Were all of the nah sayers wrong
Will the breezes cry my song.