Am I condemned to feel regret,
As I soar through skies the sun forgets?
Of clouds of sorrow, I am unaware,
I've become the lie -- beautiful, fair.
In the justice of my own mind,
I see the plight, though I stay blind,
To the suffering I have caused,
And the healing I had paused.
Unbound, I float with butterflies
Drifting past the world’s disguise.
Life below, a fading thread
I hum their dirge and lose my head
I cherish now the grief you gave me
In delusion’s arms, I feel free.
But when the morrow lifts its veil,
My perfect world begins to pale.
And I'll be left with raw despair,
As I fall from the welkin's lofty lair,
And the clouds of sorrow that I ignored,
Will rain down on me, and I'll be restored.
