Amorphous white clouds rise up in my head,
made by the little things that I leave unsaid.
Light as cotton they float and stroll,
heavy as emotions cold as my soul.
Trapped in a cage I cannot feel.
Will you hold me close until I heal?
Will you hold onto me and never let me go?
Will you take my hand and kiss me slow?
Will you embrace the beauty of the rain?
Will you stay by my side when I'm in pain?
Will you make all our dreams come true?
Will you have faith in me like you have faith in you?