There are rivers to cross in search of the rainbow.
Some rivers are quiet, sparkling in the night
For a magical moment you are memorized.
Even through you know it's taboo,
A dark raging river runs through your soul.
Only God and you know.
The cold wind starts to blow.
The dark river's turbulence
Carries you away into the night.
You look for a guiding light.
You are one of the lucky few.
Someone rescues you.
And you can go again,
In search of the rainbow.