Tell you about the letters And about the syllables Tell you about the words They don’t mean a thing No matter what they spin Spin anything I only believe in untold stories Tell you about the bastions And about the minions Tell you about the creeds They never proved a thing No matter what they bring Bring anything I only pay heed to the non-creed My truth is a cloud My cloud is a sky Tell you about the foothold The ground you stand upon Tell you about the roots You got to dig around No matter how they reach in the mud My cloud is a sky My cloud is a sky