Each Passing Cloud

I sit by the shore, looking out onto the sea Slowly the wild blue crawls towards A clasp, a tight embrace to my feet I feel it pulling me down effortlessly. I look up to see a cloud passing by Gliding through, soaring high A soft sight and misty white vision to see And there it goes- into the unknown. Another comes, like the rhythmic tide That's pulling at my leg but I can fight I can count each passing cloud, They tell me, "Get up, you'll be free" "Get up and you can fly like me." I stretch my hand to the mystic sky and With each passing cloud, I fight off the sea The sea is sadness, cloud is bliss I must await the bliss, ignore what's amiss. Henceforth when I see a cloud passing by, It gives hope to stand up and fight.