• Here I lay on the ground,
    Looking at the puffy white clouds,
    How i envy their pure white innocence.
    Nothing stops them from their silent voyage.
    Here I lay on the ground,
    Envying the clouds up high.
    The way I lay and stare makes me wonder.
    Do they want to sit right by and stare?
    Do they long to touch the grass?
    Do they feel like they are looking through glass,
    Never knowing what it's like on the other side of the glass but always seeing others having fun.