I wish I could throw all your worries into the wind
and we could run away like the lost kids we are,
but the sun always goes down,
and the clouds are as dark as the mood we’ve become.
The tears you cry,
to me they come down like rain,
flooding my world with sadness until there is nothing left but dampened beauty.
I will always pray for the laughter through your tears,
and that you get the weather you deserve.
Now when it gets cloudy I will always think of you,
and every day I will miss the storm that you are.