Days go by like blades of grass,
Some go by as smooth as glass,
Temperament ne'r stays the same,
Troubles hearts so filled with pain,
Beyond the rainbow can there be,
A place of care for you and me?
May be that our paths are wrong,
Deep inside may be the strong,
Through the clouds will be our light,
To shed our pain will be our flight,
Together we can search and find,
The strength hidden within our mind.
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