Clouds

Clouds Clouds are there to protect There here to change When good days turn to bad They flip it back and rearrange Clouds look down on us as they glide In slow-motion They think about us like We think about them They talk to our women "think about you and him" They cry when we try oh so hard not To clouds think about us before there Own danger of disappearing Even clouds aren't perfect They make storms Without letting us know No inform no Sorry no regrets They make wind When we cry till Our hearts bleed Thin so if clouds are not Perfect then don't expect me to Be god made us perfectly but were not perfecter)