Rainbow Sky in Our Eyes
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Rainbow Sky in Our Eyes
Lift
it up, drink from the cup. WE are children all lapping it up. Take a
bow, feel the sow. We are walking down that rainbow. Hear the colors
flying by. Don't you want to feel the sky. All those colors in the
wheel, making your feel. Rainbow sky in our eyes. Rainbow sky in our
eyes. Rainbow sky in our eyes. One more time, we will shine.
Another
sun that clouds this world. Another sun to make fulfilled. We are
dreaming for a better world. We are dreaming until that day. Sun arise.
Step up. Sun bow down, drink up. And in the beating of your heart. We
will start to know.
Rainbow colors in the sky, watch upon my
heartbeat I cry. There a billow in the sails, for me to reach the other
whales (of the sea, visioning). There above the dusk to dawn, there lies
a song that belongs. All the children riding free, learning to carry
the breeze.
Sparkling dew, let me fly inside of you. All those
colors shine on through. Making rainbows as you fly. Making rainbows at
each other's eyes. We are springing forth today. Yes, we want to play,
want to say. We are going to this place in paradise. We are standing
tall, look at twice. All the colors sparkle in the dew.
Dreaming
rainbows one and all, indigo 6 child (prophet) wants to fall, down below
where the sun meets the moon, just like the crystalline flower blooms.
And to see the sky above and the nature down below. We are walking on
the dew. We are walking me and you.
Wishing upon rainbow(s) where
angels sing. Reaching up to touch the rings. And the stars lit sky
above, tells us we are, all those angels and doves. If only we could
believe. Then we could also conceive. Time is memory, forth divine. Love
is here make it chime.
When it is too much to bare, then we must
learn to scare, the unholy dew around, saying love is the only sound.
You must bless yourself clean, making sure you are angel beams. You must
demand that law is love, to make rainbow calling the doves. Peaceful
warriors on the way. Do you feel them you want to pray, because if you
don't, they will lean on you, just to make sure you are flowing through.
Blessing
the sky, where colors lie, all that stories in our eyes. We are looking
for a place to play. We are looking for better rays. So I sing, to
bring them home, like angels they will form. All the colors that fly in
the dew, where the miracles come true.
Tell me true. Tell me
blue. Tell me all about you. Tell me all your warrior cries and how you
had to stay up all k/night. Then you wanted more. More and more. You
wanted more, more to adore. You wanted relatives who lived next door.
You wanted love to reach your shore. And if others did not understand,
then you would have to take command. You would be a soldier in a mighty
land, where God blooms colors in the sky. Mighty rainbows show me the
way, where the treasures come to arc and play, all the fire in the dew,
all the tears that make dreams come true.
And if only others
knew, love is the aligned with all the clues. We needed love to pull us
through. We needed others to care about our tools. And if we shared this
same express, the train would be loyal at it's best. And if we could
reach to the other sky, then we would sail, with our holy wails. Cry
with me angels. Cry with me saints. Cry with me warriors that know the
bushels weighs. And if only others heard our cry, they too would hold
tears in their eyes.
Rainbow sky in our eyes. Fall asleep with
angels cries. You and me, always tear, you and me, show no more fear.
Love will carry us true. Love will carry in the dew. Dreams will become
all that holds us close, just to carry the toast (cling, cling to the
glasses that ring, clang clang, my drink in hand, a story of all the
bands).
I share with you. Twin Deer Mother shines the notes, all
the colors that we tote. And if only we could cry, the angels would come
home. Father Red Hand on the beat, where the sound rings sow sweet. We
will climb into the stars. We will bind to the colors in the yard. And
at the end of the rainbow, a treasure will be born, a chest of mighty
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