The clouds float with many, and attached together by the sky. If I had wings to combine up high, the word lonely wouldn't be where I lyed. I would drift slowly with the clouds paste I go, and breeze breezly with them slow as I flow. The knowledge to know your be with me, is much worth chancing, then being lonely in a world below. So GOD, can I join you?
joining with you
August 4, 2012