Colour me in between the lines

Colour me in between the lines,

Even though I was born to stand outside of them,

We the dreamers are the chosen ones,

For our effortless consistent self acceptance,

Creates love upon this glare,

The glare of hope that shimmers as we teach others how to rise,

To accept themselves and their love unconditionally,

And honour and accept their pride,

Until they return to their golden pot,

At the end of the rainbow in which their colourful wild ride will soon eventuate there,

Finding their own sense of glory,

So too will the universe meet them there.