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If I look up now for the rainbow I saw as a boy,

There are no longer the seven colors,

Only mist and fog. . .

As time passes by, and the world around me changes,

No matter where I search for you, you’re nowhere to be found.

So I close my eyes, and open my heart. . .

I need to know, If I gaze up again,

Will things be different this time?

Maybe if I was more honest, the fog would fade away.

So I pray, screaming that wish deep within my soul.

When you lose one thing,

you gain another, don’t you?

But still, no matter how often the adults confuse us,

We’ll keep looking for the right ways to live our lives.