The Clouds are grey,
The winds are might,
I am alone and lost
on this sorrowful night.
The stars of Cupid,
The power of love,
Feelings can't compare
to the skies above.
An Asteroid I am,
Not the moon nor the sun,
Surrounded by friends
drifting past one by one.
Life is precious,
Those they say,
But they have never felt
the feelings I feel on this day.
The clouds are grey,
The Winds are might,
I am cold and broken
on this loveless night.
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