Clouds and worries
Your home is up in the clouds and my back finally broke, we couldn't stand the stress anymore and it's a long way down
I wasn't tall enough to have my head in the clouds and my feet on the ground
It's a long way down but don't worry, I caught the wings you tossed down and I may be to heavy to fly but I can glide
And Don't worry about the ground it may seem dangerous but I'm still strong
And I like the way the mud feels between my toes and how the grass moves my sole
And don't worry about my back, to make something last it needs to be broken at least once