Cloud Dancer
Son of Sky
Waits, waiting, waiting
Wanting to see the world
His world
As beautiful as it
As wonderful as it all can be
But knows
He knows
That if he changes his perception
It all can be
Will be
Just to his own making
And yet he’s afraid
His fears over ride
All rational thought and dreams
So he looks to the sky
And it calls down its guidance
One strike
Two strikes, three
Cloud dancer
Cloud dancer
Son of the sky
You wait
But you see
Oh you see
