I hear you cry, it makes me look down and to the right. I sigh.
I miss the sparkle in your eye, your laugh and how it makes me high.

I have to make your tears go, but how? I know, a rainbow, now.

I'll tear the blue out of the sky to paint your ceiling with its dye.
I'll **** the orange from the sun. I'll throw it on your walls ***.
I'll strip the green from a willow to splash all over your pillow.
I'll squeeze the poppies for their red and spray it on your bed.

I'll steal the violet from an orchid and spill it on your floor kid.
I'll scrape the yellow off a bee and sprinkle stars for you to see.
I'll ****** the silver from the moon 'n' pour it all over your room.
I've gotta rush and do this soon, I cannot stand to see your gloom.

So, I grab my bag and start to fill it, I run a mile in a minute.
I reach your home and yeah, your there, still sitting in that chair.
Before you can tell me to stay, I shout, “I'll make your day.”
I dip my hand into my sachet, only to see it come out grey.

And looking at my hand I understand, why it's all so bland.
My withdrawal clouded my reason, colours fade as in season.
It wasn't me who took the hue, it wasn't you. It was simply due.
Leaves will come back to the trees, the sun shall shine again with ease,
when the gale turns to breeze and when the waves leave the seas.

While trying to tie all iris in a bow. I forgot what you very well know.
Clouds come and colours go, washed by rain and covered by snow.
Sometimes we just feel low, we rest, we weep, but then we glow.