I've got chaos up in my sky.
Lines of clouds floating in and out.
Some in the shape of tears I cry.
Becoming mere wisps when more come about.
Oh how I wish such clouds did not form.
They bring sadness and frustration.
Such things do not keep me warm.
In sneaks a cold into an empty station.
Dec 11, 2010
Dec 11, 2010 at 8:31 PM UTC
I've got chaos up in my sky.
Lines of clouds floating in and out.
Some in the shape of tears I cry.
Becoming mere wisps when more come about.
Oh how I wish such clouds did not form.
They bring sadness and frustration.
Such things do not keep me warm.
In sneaks a cold into an empty station.