i look up at the clouds and the clouds look down at me i look to my left and see the snow covered mountains i look to my right and see all the people around a warm campfire looking up at the clouds again i begin to wonder how it must be to be up there floating ahead up so high
keeping watch of whats down below
what a lovely sight it must be and also what a terrible thing it must be able to see everything but too far away to do anything at all
maybe thats why the clouds cry maybe thats why it rains