Crash time,
The clouds come to the ground to visit.
Consuming everything around them,
Flowing through the trees,
Like the Hand of God.
Heavy air,
Heavy head,
Light thoughts.
Too much to do in life
To worry about criticism,
If I was afraid of it,
You be reading this.
So I plod on,
Through the grounded clouds,
Escaping the digits of God.
With the light of an angel on my shoulder.
You may know I am going to fail,
But you can't stop me from trying.
Ya can't stop love, baby.
Nope, not even with a Tank.