Your cloud
- Hey are you proud
- to be a cloud
- in the sky.
- Not afraid to fall
- and die.
- But who am I to judge you,
- to hate you and condemn you.
- Regardless of infinity,
- will you still speak to me?
- Or will you go your own way.
- Planning to stay
- in your own little castle,
- high over my head.
- With no shame or conscience.
- I can’t help you anymore,
- you’re dead.