There's a rainbow
at the end ot the storm
There's a hope for
every sincere hearfelt prayer
and a purple fruits smiling
from behind the clinging vines
There's a clear pathway
for those who patiently wait
while nimbus clouds
lazily clog along the skyline
There's a beautiful song
ready to ease the blues
There's the chatter of birds
as they leap from tree to tree
There's a beam of love
a sweet tender heart
a watchful eye
dwelling within
your tiring life
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