When my head is in the clouds, I lose sight of what stands before me. I forget where I am; I’m not sure of what I've done; Is that bad? Maybe… But, sometimes when the clouds clear; And I return to my present circumstances; There is a sense of purpose; An illumination; A clarity that can only be achieved, By having my head in the clouds.
Treasures hide beneath the waves,
Searching for silver, ancient gold,
Maybe some coins from ships of old.
Walking along a storm swept beach,
Plastic and garbage among the sea grass,
With brilliant shine a piece of sea glass.
Still a treasure in its own right,
A broken remnant of origin unknown,
Its ravished beauty standing alone.
You are my heart and soul; Soul to soul entwined as one; One life shared by two; Two hearts that beat in time; Time that steadily moves along; Along a path that’s shared by two; Two paths diverge from one; One for me and one for you. You are my heart and soul; Soul to soul we’ll merge as one.