High above. They dance among the clouds.
There’s one that's lost its way,
Blinded by addiction, unable to see.

It soared high, so full of light,
Addiction's grip tightens, like chains unable to break.
Stealing its potential, never to be free.

High clouds, once so pure and free,
How did you fall into this misery?

Though addiction, the enemy, leds a wrong
Clouding your judgment, blurring your way.
The strength within you, waiting to break free.

Rise above the darkness, reclaim your light,
You were meant for greatness, don't you see?

Away from addiction's grip, towards the sky.
For deep within you, there's a fire that burns,
A passion waiting to be unleashed and learned.

To transform your pain into strength and glory.
No longer blinded, you'll see the way,
Leading others towards a brighter day.

So high clouds, let this be your call,
To rise above addiction, to stand tall.
For within you, lies an endless light.

Break yourself free from the chains of glass,
Will you lose yourself or break free from your past?


© Francisco Puentes