Life, life is like a storm
You’re a child, up in the clouds living the good life
Till you tumble, drop down to the hard cold earth
Making you realize you were living in a fantasy
Seeing the clouds
High above, wondering if you could ever go back, wanting to go back
“I want to grow up, I want to be an adult” they said…
We never meant this. We wanted to be free, not trapped
We wanted to do what we want, not be punished
But it is too late, you can’t go back, you have to survive and adapt
Just waiting, waiting till you find another
Another who was like you?
The blue skies of summer
The brown soil of earth
Which sounds better?
I wish I was a bird, free from the dirty soil on earth
I want to be free
The cool summer breeze and cold winter nights
Makes me think of the good life
Thunder is the difficulties
There’s always going to be difficulties in life
But they eventually pass
Dark skies may frighten you
Hail bullies you
And earth traps you
But you can break free
You can life the Good life once again