Friday, July 8, 2011

Missing Clouds

Spinning on a cloud
which ways up or down
we don't mind
which way we'll end up
we go on living
we go on breathing
who cares where
we may end up
who knows where
we may end up

sometimes I think I hear you
whispering into my ear
you sound so clear
and when I turn around 
I can see
that you're not here
you're not here
I miss you so much
It makes me torn inside
Wish you were here
and maybe you are

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