In My Darkest Hours by Eva Lucia - HTML preview

You keep me high in the clouds

On a pedestal

but I'm afraid I won't be able to return

When you love me at this height

My acquaintances will be mountains and birds

I've heard they aren't good company

For when you reach the best bit of the mountains

They tend to disappear in front of your eyes

You can't even see yourself

And birds are clever – old descendants

You can't trust them, though

They fly away from you

They leave you on a cloud

Look at your human feet

And you know the reason why