It is not ideology it’s nothing we can see it’s something that you call destinyn‘It’s my destiny’s fault!’ an excuse for failures that keeps you from going any farthernnIt’s like a fairy tale it’s like some poetry it’s the way to go free like the cloudsnnWhen the wind blows them away yea you go free like the cloudsnnnBut now sadness covers you, blinds your eyes and your mind, makes you crynand find life unbearable you wish you could fly away leave everything behindnnBut you turn dark like the clouds when the storm tears the skynnYea you turn dark like the cloudsnnnBut now you lift up your eyes you’re looking forward and you let your mindnfly on a cloud you see the real life take care of all your acts yea you turn brightnnLike the clouds when the sun shines her light yea you turn bright like the cloudsnnLike the clouds like the cloudsn