if the clouds ever begin to cry
umbrellas open up to catch their tears,
jackets repel their sorrows,
and bags protect black ink
from running down the pages.

now the clouds are crying,
harder than ever before;
no umbrella, jacket or bag
could stop these sorrowful tears
from soaking all that lays below.

the bird got tired of flying the same sky
for the trees and mountains were always the same,
he wanted to break free
and see all there was to see,
in the far out galaxies;
beyond all these boring earthy things

whisper in my ear
words i've always craved to hear
melt my heart
let me fall in with you
while you fall in love with me

reading can be a very dangerous thing,
you fall in love,
with people who don't exist,
and memories that never happened.

there was a girl
who tied balloons to her wrists
and floated far far away,
over the mountains,
past the moon,
and beyond the stars,
for she never wanted to return
to the place she once called home

since i was little
i've always heard people say
the good die young
but i never understood it until
the lead singer of my favorite band died at twenty three
or when
my best friend jumped from a bridge at the age of thirteen

people will try to trick you
into believing everything will be okay
when even they have lost all hope
trying to save desperate souls,
stuck in melancholy,
dreaming of bliss,
wandering in circles,
searching for a way out,
but there is no way out
and no one will ever be found