Man in the Clouds

I'm a face in the gutter,
A sparkle in dirty water,
I can catch the moon's light,
But so can one another,

I'm nothing very special,
As common as the rest,
It hasn't taken me too long,
To realize I'm not the best,

But one day I see,
Looking up into the sky,
A shape in a little cloud,
Only visible if I try,

He's a little man up there,
Sitting high in the cloud,
Hes smiling down at my face,
Saying nothing, yet being loud,

A stretch of his arm,
His hand open to me,
So I grab it and hold on,
As he pulls me up with glee,

Now I'm in the cloud,
Looking down at the rest,
Relizing that maybe for once,
I might possibly be the best.