I\'m wandering lonely as a cloud
my eyes even though grounded
I am floating
at least in my mind I am
moving slowly over ground
a bird’s eye view
of what could have been
a bird’s eye view
of the life I had always dreamed
and as I wander lonely as a cloud
I reflect on all that has been
and all that will be
and I am not scared
I am not
because I know
what is meant to be, will be
I believe in that
I believe in...
the dream.