Clouds Are Full Of Teardrops
by Peter S. Quinn - May 10, 1999
Clouds are full of teardrops,
Like mountains are full of ice tops,
Each moment dwells shortly,
Though it stays longer inside of me.
Yesterday is of memory.
That flies away and becomes free.
Drifting by, one by one,
All my days of youth and fun.
I'll one day return to earth,
And my creator, who gave me birth,
Until then I'll carry my life on,
In the words I have, and song.
Clouds are full of teardrops,
What we sow will be our crops,
Everything what we are worth,
All our hope, and all our mirth.
Streets we'll walk, are futures still,
We can't see clearly over the hill,
What we have done right or wrong,
We shall carry with us along.
Peter's Studio
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