on my little cloud of dreams,
i go whenever i can,
there is always someone
there to hold my hand.

on my little cloud of dreams
a sense of safety is concrete
a sense of trust, a sense of fairness
everything is neat.

on my little cloud of dreams
there is no misery
no end to fun, no limit to time,
a sense of purity.

on my little cloud of dreams
you never have to be
like someone you know that you are not,
afraid, someone like me.

no dirty secrets,
mistrust or lies
will lie behind
our misleading eyes.

our misleading words
our misleading faces
lead us to
these empty spaces.

in poems and books
everyone understands
nothing is perfect
written in your hand.

but when we're gone
and people look back
they notice what
they've done or lacked.

it takes a loss,
a huge ordeal,
for us to see
how we truly feel.

will that have to be
what i should do?
to help everybody
see themselves through?

I’m scared, but i guess
Somebody has to
Make everyone see
what they do.

But on my little cloud of dreams
There is no need for sacrifice,
No sorrow, regret, or misery,
No loss of innocent life.

For nothing is really
What it seems
On my little
Cloud of dreams.