What is it about the world to have the colors of the rainbow?
Where you could see a blue sky, white clouds, and a yellow sun.
What is it, in this world, to make it shine so bright to make a glow in your eyes?
Yet, when gray clouds loom, you sit behind your window
Watching small specs of rain to wash away with the season
Craving for the warmth of the sun to shine and the return of the blue skies
Despise your wish, it shot you down with an arrow
Padding your red feverish face of emotion
You can't help but to let out white milky puff of sighs
Before you knew it, the window fogs over the yellow medow
As you make stick figures of yourself in a postion
With arms spread out, as the sun rise
Wishing again for that day to show
But all you could do now is to glow with a tint of pink to show your happy one
Only to fall asleep in a deep slumber for the next sunrise
Till then, I will wish for your happiness of marrow
Wrapping you all around into my world of function
Seeing you the day of tomorrow of comprise