In finding the light, I know this is what’s right
This is your ticket and your correct flight
You to fly to the eye of the storm
and situate where the heat's most warm
Readjust your focus, look on the bright side
Touché, touché, but the yellow sun comes out to play
Take a walk on the bright side, the royal blue rivers and streams
Take a trip to the Rainbows and give the greens a taste
My pupil, realize in your brown eyes that you too shall see
That the rainbow burns brightest
When you stop your search for the pot of gold 'cuz the colors are free.
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