You may not be able to prevent the rain from falling on a hot summers day
You may not be able to make the lightning and thunder go away
You know when to appear
Taking away all that I fear
Your arc is so powerful
I can face any puddle
And get through the struggle
Your light shine so bright
Making everything alright
How lucky I’m I to have you up there watching in the sky
You are more than seven colours, you are filled with millions hidden to the naked eye
There is no *** of gold at the end of the rainbow
You are the treasure everyone is searching for
Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 4:03 PM UTC
You may not be able to prevent the rain from falling on a hot summers day
You may not be able to make the lightning and thunder go away
You know when to appear
Taking away all that I fear
Your arc is so powerful
I can face any puddle
And get through the struggle
Your light shine so bright
Making everything alright
How lucky I’m I to have you up there watching in the sky
You are more than seven colours, you are filled with millions hidden to the naked eye
There is no *** of gold at the end of the rainbow
You are the treasure everyone is searching for
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