Climbing Clouds ( 1991 ) I bring flowers to your door, I write words I steal from deep inside my heart yet confused and insecure spend my days believing that the play must surely start The lights dim, the stage is set You watch me falling, hear me calling you raise your hand and touch my tears imperfect timing & someone's miming I think I'm climbin' clouds again Close to home but close to tears turn the key and step into my empty dream turn the pages of my life close my eyes but I still hear my silent scream and it hurts me to wear these scars You watch me falling....

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