Skin of clouds

I would like to be careless, clear and wide like the sky is
He never lose his soul
His skin is made of clouds, constantly moving
He'll never have to lie
He'll never have to cry
He'll never have to strain
He only has to be

So dance and slide
even if we
are on the earth
sun will set down
to come back again
So stay with you
watching at clouds
and their flow
changing shapes.