Sound

Not not the idea Not the thought Not the phrase Which used to caught

Want to write the scene I saw But not the word to express it awo The scene is like the tall um cloud Which is to speak loud aloud.

Cloud should come like trouble around, Like a silent but not in sound. Crave and grave are not such quite Both the words that, braves at light.

What you think we all are quite, No, but the minds are still in fight Mind has still quite soo far Just it left with scene like scar.

Still we need, focus at bright, Balance the thought what is not right That is all I saw like cloud And that is how we use to sound.