And the
colors fall around our feet, over those we meet, coloring all the gray that we see.
Rainbow colors are the sort it used, from exchange of blues, for his love that
used to shine through me.
We, we are his daughters and sons.
We, we are the colorful ones.
We, we are the kids of the game, rejoicing every day.
My colors grow so dim, when I start to fall away from him.
But up comes the strongest wind, that he sends to blow it back into his
arms again.
Around my feet, over those I meet, changing all the gray that I see.
Rainbow colors are the risen sun, reflecting the one, the one that came to
set us all free.
We, we are his daughters and sons.
We, we are the colorful ones.
We, we are the kids of the game, rejoicing every day.
We are like windows stained with the colors of the rainbow.
No longer set in a darkened room, cause the bright room wants to shine
through you.
No longer set in a darkened room, cause the bright room wants to shine
through you.