
The balloon that floats
Although deflated
The smile that radiates
Although so weathered
Memories remain as the silver foil folds
Tube of french passion
Lingers in empty spaces
Thunder and lightning
Crowds the past half moon
As edges are blunt
And sharpness are harnessed
As journey we took
Threw us around
We move along the grand scheme
While our maker smiles
Mocking us in our humanity
In our very sanity
That denounces his cruelty
We're far greated being
Than that being suggest
As the burden of the cross
Bears down on you
Remember that sun shines bright
Above the dark clouds
Its always there shining away
Though we might not see it
Feel it
Sense it
Its always
There
Sitting pretty hung high above
Burning itself out to a slow death
Radiating its brilliance in the mean while
Illuminating us
Empowering us with happiness
Intoxicating life with its life giving prowess
Passed through droplets
To streak across the sky
As my favourite rainbow



