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A veil has been pulled from my eyes This place is where rainbows die Promised land Beautiful from afar and above Your song pulled me in Shipwrecked me on perfectly chiseled rock This is where rainbows die I see now This place is a 100-story Zoo Filled with sharks Afraid that if they stand still Just for a second And smell the roses They will surely die Their sadness Caged by concrete Fences, locks, and labels This is where rainbows die Herds of one, chasing pots of gold In all the wrong places Can we ever hope to break the mold Routines and purpose A million voices crying out for connection And no one willing to listen Every brightly lit window a stage Every man, woman, and child A far-removed audience As if color costs money Surrounded by shades of grey Ashen, set in rigor mortis This is where rainbows die So I say Let us turn to the children Let them Rule our expensive city for a day Let them Capture a rainbow in their tiny hands And paint the city with it Let them show us that Puddles are for jumping And rain is for joyous dancing Rise up once again My fellow grown ups And touch The magic of the rainbow
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Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
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A veil has been pulled from my eyes This place is where rainbows die Promised land Beautiful from afar and above Your song pulled me in Shipwrecked me on perfectly chiseled rock This is where rainbows die I see now This place is a 100-story Zoo Filled with sharks Afraid that if they stand still Just for a second And smell the roses They will surely die Their sadness Caged by concrete Fences, locks, and labels This is where rainbows die Herds of one, chasing pots of gold In all the wrong places Can we ever hope to break the mold Routines and purpose A million voices crying out for connection And no one willing to listen Every brightly lit window a stage Every man, woman, and child A far-removed audience As if color costs money Surrounded by shades of grey Ashen, set in rigor mortis This is where rainbows die So I say Let us turn to the children Let them Rule our expensive city for a day Let them Capture a rainbow in their tiny hands And paint the city with it Let them show us that Puddles are for jumping And rain is for joyous dancing Rise up once again My fellow grown ups And touch The magic of the rainbow
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ambient-destruction
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
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