Searching The Clouds

Far from contentment

High in a population

You don't need wings

But you need imagination

Up in the clouds

I'm looking from Mr. Windows

In the sky

Across the clouds

It's written in the smoke

That goes and blows

In the words that someone spoke

Of total freedom

And times of death may come

In the sky

Soar to the clouds

You might find something else

Peaceful feeling, peaceful time

You might just find yourself

Soar to the clouds

You might find something else

Peaceful feeling, peaceful time

You might just find yourself

You might just find yourself

Soar to the clouds