Look up at the endless blue They told you that the sky’s not made for you Whispered that your feathers are too light Too frail to hold the weight of flight... Tiny little feathers, fragile at the seams Trying to catch a storm that’s tearing through your dreams They measure out your wingspan, say it’s too small Saying if you take a leap, you're bound to take the fall You don't need to battle the tempest or the gale You don't need giant wings to set yourself to sail Just lean into the mist where the morning breaks free Higher than the rooftops, over the silver sea You don’t need to force the sky Yeah, you ride the clouds, steady and bright Little wings turning the shadows clouds. Into pure white light Gilded edges where the sunset starts to glow Looking down at all the quiet towns below Weightless in the rhythm, floating on a line Every single breath feels like a silver design Ride the clouds— Just ride the clouds— Let the wind take hold! Ride the clouds! So fold your tiny wings, let the breeze take control A quiet sort of grace carrying your soul No struggle, no strain, no tear in the sky Just you and the vapor as the world rushes by Little wings resting now... Sailing through the silver mist... High above the quiet noise... You just ride the clouds.
