Have you ever seen
The Sun shining through
The barrrier of clouds
When the day is new?
Have you ever wondered
Why we love the dark,
And spread lies instead of
What is true?
What is above us,
Up in the sky?
No one knows,
Not me or you.
Is Heaven in the clouds?
Or is it a prison,
A prison of the dead?
We think it's good,
But it could be a nightmare too.
Some days I think I'm on top of the world,
Strong, lovely, loving, and brave.
Sometimes I fell I'm under a thousand pound weight,
Way down beneath the grave.
I still can't believe
That it's just the light
That makes up my mind
And determines my fight.
My brothers are gone,
They've moved far away.
On with their lives,
On to a brighter day.
Bet me-- I'm still here,
Still just withering away.
While all the colors around me,
They've all turned to grey.
There is but one thing keeping me here,
Those bright beams of light --
They shine through the clouds
When I am near.
Then I wonder,
An insane little thing:
Is Heaven in the clouds,
Or is it a prison,
A prison of the dead?
We think it is good,
But it could be a nightmare too.
