People are just like clouds
That float above the sky
Without real direction
But beauteous from afar

Winds can push us forward
And then may push us back
Might even be the ones
That scatter us apart

Sometimes they blow gently
To make us into one
Other times much stronger
Thus breaking us in twain

Sometimes there is darkness
It makes it hard to see
Even light in slivers
Can barely be passed through

Clouds can get so heavy
With water held inside
Then after downpours rain
The darkness washes out

The white clouds soon appear 
And then bright rays of light
A mystery as it shines
In slivers of new hope