The clouds are old and Grey,
The pavement is black & blue.
The clouds are shedding tears
and in them reflect their daily fears.
The puddles on the pavement
are the clouds tears of pain,
We just walk over them...
We are their threat,their enemy.
Just take a look at them now,
because soon down the line
they will be numb inside...
No natural feature,
Because we are killing them inside.
