blue eyes with grey and green,
behind them both a mind is seen

with pretty words, and fancy prose,
a heart of gold,
15 years old,

bubbles in the sky, in the form of clouds,
and i wonder why
they don't come down.

birds in the empty trees
sing a melody for me

the song they sing is clear and true

he looked at me to say

" the sky's not all grey,
it's blue. "