If I were a prism,
Would a rainbow they see,
Does your spirit shine through me,
Enough to see thee.
When my heart has grown cold,
So no mercy I find,
Do they see only darkness
In me for mankind?
When I leave wounded birds
To lie on the street,
Do you cry for the needs
That I fail to meet?
How much can I give
Before feeling deplete…
And why broken wings
Always down at my feet?
If I were a prism
And your spirit the light,
Would a rainbow shine through me
To brighten the night?
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