I can make the clouds go down
I can wash the blues away
I can make the noise disappear
Like the rains of yesterday
When your mind meets a storm
And words are like thunder
Know that it's only
Distant moments they will plunder
When fears try to cloak you
You are always free to move around
You have the ability to step away
from the shape that they try to fit you in
You go beyond definitions
For there are only perceptions
Streams of dreams that are created within
You're an infinite reflection of every moment
As you cradle your memories
The Tabula Rasa is always within reach
Never let go of the will to take it's hand
Prove the momentum wrong
And be your own director again
