It wasn't my dream to live out this day,
It was my dream to get threw it okay,
It wasn't my fear to die,
It was my fear to cry,
I was afraid,
That it wouldn't help if i prayed,
I dint know if it was right for me to dream and live,
I didn't know if i should accept or give,
I watch the clouds roll by,
Wondering what would happen if we didn't see the sky,
I looked up at the bright shinning stars,
Then i looked down at my painful scars,
I looked outside and in,
Wondering if i was or wasn't the sin,
All i was to know is:
Where do the clouds go
