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Some days when I am hurting

and want to cry out loud,

I imagine myself uplifted,

to lie on a bed of clouds.



With a tiny fluff for a pillow,

I'd rest my weary head.

Take a nap, rocked on a breeze,

upon my billowy bed.



Surrounded by wallpaper of blue,

with a natural sky-light,

I'd slumber there most peacefully,

while in my napping flight.



My blanket would be comfy,

made of downy cotton.

All my worries would float away,

my pain would be forgotten.



Drifting that close to Heaven,

my soul would be refreshed.

My body would be rejuvinated

where the clouds carressed my flesh.



The heavy heart that burdens,

would easily be enlightened.

The darkness that hovers from pain,

the sun would surely brighten.



My anger at my plight,

would seem so far behind.

The weight on my shoulders would lift,

my chains would all unbind.



There would be no need to hide,

behind my protective shrouds.

If only I could get away

and lie on a bed of clouds.