In the high sky; wishing to be able to touch those clouds,
use them as ink of white on the sky so blue
in a hope to reach the world all through.
Wishing the things go all so smooth,
away from dark clouds of fear and prude.
Making everyone feel joyous and humble,
all in the times of hate and cruel.
Try to bring hope in lives just out of the blue.
Oh Ru the Soul…©®