Color your own rainbow
I have been through many storms
Some too dark for the world to see,
With battle scars I stood my ground
But each storm took a piece of me.
Are you waiting for your rainbow?
Or has your rainbow turned to gray?
Are the dark clouds never ending?
Is there more thunder on its way?
Let your soul paint you a rainbow
Watch all your clouds just disappear,
Your thunder becomes a whisper
And your storm is about to clear.
Color the sky with your laughter
Let your smile be pure and true,
A pot of gold is waiting there
It is the rainbow that found you.
Shared by “Troy”