This Side Of The Rainbow
Skies are seldom blue, rather a
Bleak shade of gray, a chilly
Northern wind blows against
The trees, where birds huddle
Silently, their hearts have
No song to sing.
Troubles never melt like lemon
Drops, no rainbows to be seen
Above chimney tops, no, not this
Side of the rainbow.
No hint of blue skies in view
No billowy clouds to lend beauty to
No children's laughter can be heard
Their noses pressed against a window
Pane, chanting rain rain, please go
Mothers mind goes back in time
Before dad left his family behind
To search for that pot of gold at
The rainbows end.
Thats when their world turned
Gray and the rains came and
Stayed, Their lives have never been
The same, no, not this side
of the rainbow.
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