Beautiful eyes turned up to the sky,
Watching as the clouds fly by.
Curling and puffing and filling this sky.
Not a care in the world; or so as it seems.
Watching the clouds, she wished she could fly,
Up to where the pain is gone.
Where she feels no remorse for the one she lost,
No anger for the one she lost him to.
She sketches in her book a new life for herself.
A life filled with happiness and a one with him.
One where she is flying way up high,
In the sky filled with clouds.