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Love On The Rainbow

Poetry By: arun
Song lyrics



A different world...
I hope it will be good to sing

(for zadudet1's contest 3rd round)


Submitted:Jun 23, 2011    Reads: 113    Comments: 30    Likes: 13   


A/N: I hope this will make good tune. Yes. I first sang it and then only wrote it. Don't worry, try to sing in your own tune while reading and tell me how it feels like. Raise your voice like a crescendo when reading the line 'and now he sings-' for better results... Bridge part is quite tough to sing, anyway try it yourself... Comments/Critiques/Criticisms all welcomed...
Rainbow love
VERSE 1:
He was in prison, a virtual prison time
Since he was born;
He had wandered in streets, all the streets
Just to know this world;
He had felt the wind roll, the smooth wind roll
On his pale good visage;
Had heard all sound, all the nice sounds
And had learned to taste it;
and now he sings -
CHORUS:
How does it feel to see the sun rise;
How does it feel to see the clouds glide;
How does it feel to see the moon die, well
How does it feel to see the rainbow.
How does it feel to see the birds fly;
How does it feel to see the tides play;
How does it feel to see the trees sway; and
How does it feel to see the rainbow.
VERSE 2:
He despised it when they say, people say
What a gorgeous day;
All he could feel was but hot, just hot
The scorching sun;
He's not a madman, no not a madman
A perfect sane one;
Yet he hated his world, his whole world,
And showed it by tears;
And now he sings -
CHORUS:
How does it feel to see the sun rise;
How does it feel to see the clouds glide;
How does it feel to see the moon die, well
How does it feel to see the rainbow.
How does it feel to see the birds fly;
How does it feel to see the tides play;
How does it feel to see the trees sway; and
How does it feel to see the rainbow.
VERSE 3:
Never seen anything good, nothing good,
Never in his fifteen years;
Tried hard to learn the ways, the crooked ways
Of this ugly darker world;
Others always saw him differently, very differently
But he's just a little boy;
People would say a girl's stunning, very stunning,
He won't see it so.
BRIDGE:
He had not even seen himself; he never used a mirror,
He carried always a stick in his hand, groping his way;
His world is full of colours, full of cheerful lights
And all could he see is but black; dark everywhere.
He asked it and his dad said he's born blind;
And now he sings again -
CHORUS: --- to fade away...
How does it feel to see the sun rise;
How does it feel to see the clouds glide;
How does it feel to see the moon die, well
How does it feel to see the rainbow.
How does it feel to see the birds fly;
How does it feel to see the tides play;
How does it feel to see the trees sway; and
How does it feel to see the rainbow.,,




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