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Head In the Clouds

We’ve been chasing stars 
With butterfly net in our hands
We’ve been collecting words
The words to say when we pray

From down here
All we can see is dazzling stars
Without knowing they might be crying or lonely
But from the way we see them, they keep on sparkling

A feeling of lost is scattered inside our hearts
And hoping that someday we will be found
Bet we all know that this feeling is temporarily
We won’t run, we won’t hide away

At night, all we can hear is the sound of the wind
How it moves the leaves and the branches of the trees
In this cool night, we can only sit and thinking 
That sometimes all we need is a heart to come home to
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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