I found my rainbow after one of my life’s storms. I followed it for the promise the tale of gold.
I followed the ray of red, opening my heart to love people I wanted to hate. I followed the ray of orange, kneeling at a false altar. I followed the ray of yellow, battling with my own good nature. I followed the ray of green, respecting other lives, while dying inside. I followed the ray of blue, staying loyal to those who cheated me I followed the ray of violet, severed my time and energy
I followed this rainbow, to get to the gold I thought I was doing right, I thought it was worth something But when storm clouds stuck I looked around to see my rainbow fading away
I had to look back and asked myself, “Where is my *** of gold?”