Rushing, the red through my veins, and it pours
through the stress and the rage and the passions of life.
Brushing, the orange, from tips of my hair–
it’s a sun, it’s a spark, it’s a kiss in the night.
Playing, the yellows in my fingertips
in the melodies, harmonies, time’s little dance.
Staying, the green that grows up from my toes–
it’s a strength, it’s a love, it’s a dare for a chance.
And the blues and the violets, the sweet indigo’s,
that cover all my hands in this night, let me know
that I’m more than my skin, and I should let it show…
There’s always a rainbow after rain,
don’t you know?