Gentle clouds pass over me
Molded by the hands of the wind
Forming shapes,
For me
Today, the sky is my sky

It calls my name with gentle whispers
But here I lay upon the grass
Too far to feel the blue embrace
The Earth has plucked my angel wings
One by one ripped from my back

So I will gaze up to my home
Or what once was
And dream of days
When I could touch the sun
And nights when I could sleep on gentle clouds

.'.Winter.'.