I am the sound of the spring day

And I'm packed in a cloud full of gray.

And as they hear me (Drip Drop, Drip Drop)

They tell me to go away.

I fall like the autumn leaves

But I'm lighter than the blood you bleed.

As I jump from the skies

I see the pain in the worlds eyes

And as I roll on the ground   

I feel as though I'm impound

And this is because there's  no me, it's us

And we always have to stick together; plus

We must

Follow the rules

Just like mules.

Its like we,

Are in school,

We must have our tools.

But we do take tolls

And all must go.

Back to the the skies where belong.