A/N: As I wrote this song, the lyrics just came to me, and I'm pouring my soul out here. By the way, BECCA, it's not about a hippie! he he anyway...enjoy(maybe)

Gray Cloud

Chorus:
Sweet, gray cloud
Decending over me
Sweet, sweet tears
Rolling down my cheeks

The Wind calls out
Cries, asking, pleading
"Join me! Succumb!"
I try to fight the force
But it's too strong

Chorus

The soft grasses
Cheerful under the sun
Their call pale in comparison
Too soft to hear

Chorus

The cold Moon
Watches over me
Yet it does not decend
It..does...NOTHING!

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Kind, inviting Sun
Warming my cheeks
The tears dry
...I'm free!

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Fade out

A/N: I hope you liked! Did you guess what it was about? There was a time when I was fighting de[ression, and I had a very hard time. I wrote this song about that time. When I tell people that I struggled with depression, they're normally surprised, because I'm always laughing and smiling, and that's what the end of the song is about. I'm glad that I'm not like that.