What would happen to the sky
if the sky thought it was a cloud?
Everything is muddy,
my feet are stuck to the ground,
the clouds are big and dark,
but I fear nothing,
the clouds bring the rain,
the rain pours over me,
over my face and washes my tears away,
washes all the mud away,
I can see clearly now,
I no longer fear nothing.
I am a tiny cloud in the clear blue sky.
I am the sky that lets the cloud move freely.
I am the one looking up at the sky in amazement.
I am the one.
I am one.