Do you never wonder about the clouds?
When I fly they seem so solid,
And yet,
They are tiny drops of water
With no more substance
Than fairy floss.
Perhaps that is where ghosts come from.
Do you never wonder about the clouds?
When I fly they seem so solid,
And yet,
They are tiny drops of water
With no more substance
Than fairy floss.
Perhaps that is where ghosts come from.