LOVE ALWAYS CHANGING LIKE THE WEATHER

When your  heart is high in the clouds,

Your vision is clouded from real surrounds;

The music you hear is of soft sweet sounds.

But like a cold wind blowing'

The clouds all clear, you hit the ground,

And even though you're familiar with the surrounds,

The music you once heard is of a different sound.

You feel like a stranger with a new set of views,

For the music now playing are brand new tunes.