He used to be a rainbow
Now, he's just a cloud.
The sun doesn't shine through him
He failed, it grew too proud.
From colour and jubliation
To filled with ansgt and woe,
From morn to morrow he journeys
The sun is now his foe.
He rains on others beauty
He mourns for the yesterday
When light and life were on his side
And awesome was his way.
Don worry, say i to him
for happiness is just that-
A momentary dance with luck
Who leaves, but then comes back.
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