Clouds.

Yonder, past the vision clear
Sonder for people who aren’t near
Ponder about your life so dear
and be not content
and be not content
For those who were tomorrow
Didn’t see today.
We might not live another day
Though sure you are you’ll have your way
I have my fears
I’m not content
So I pick up a pen
And a paper new
And declare what I’ve been so afraid to.
That though there are others in the world
I love you.
I will love you.
So yonder past your vision clear
Try and ponder for what you hear
My voice will carry
where I cannot go
Fly away across distant shores
And maybe tonight when you can’t sleep
whilst the world is lost in its slumber deep
you will find in your heart that it’s true
when I say that I do love you.