I lay,
On my roof,
A blanket under me,
I lay,
Under the grey sky,
Gazing up,
Seeing the shapes in the clouds,
I see the faces behind the mask,
A rabbit,
Hopping his way to a happier life,
A crown,
Once belong to a sad king, whose head fell,
A lonely lamb,
Lost, without his Mary,
Every shape has a story,
A reason to be in the clouds,
A story behind their mask
