The clouds soar through the never ending sky on their journey to a distant land.
In my dreams, the clouds soar to a distand land far, far away where only your wildest dreams can take you.
In my dreams the clouds soar and thoughts race across the sky.
In my head the thoughs of being free frome the world, as I know it to be.
Soaring away like a cloud-
Praying that I could only fly like an angel through the starry night sky-
If only I could fly to that distant place where all of our thoughts are written across the sky with all of the stars, and the moon as my guide.
One may ask why fly? Why go to a distant land?
And I shall tell them, it is to be with you.
For you have gone there in hopes of starting fresh, in hopes of breathing a breath of light.
Therefore, I wish I was an angel flying through the sky of the night.