When the rain is over and the fog clears,
a rainbow shows crying its colors away.
It used to be bright. But now its grey,
and holds no more than dispair...
The rain comes and it doesn't stop,
for this rainbow is no more, It's
colors are gone and so is it's soul,
all of its being has floated away.
Everytime I cry I can feel the warmth
of the rainbow gripping at my heart.
For I will always know its colors
can never be gone as long as I stay
faithful that one day he will return....
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