Clouds hang low
rain perpetually drops
Noah's Ark is not in sight
puffing, puffing, puffing
the view from the eighth
the air is still
but my mind was blown away
the water drips
can't stop thinking of
a dearest friend who passed away
I live this life
been there done that
if the flow carried me away
smile would carve on my face
there's nothing to regret