listen close and you will hear
you won't know until it's near
the beauty and pain
the sun and rain
the colors of a song flow on the air
the colors of a song land with care
from young to old
from meek to bold
the colors of a song fly from the heart
the colors of a song paint beautiful art
the meadows of gold
the seas of old
the colors of a song flow through them all
the colors of a song will hear your call
from pain to joy
from girl to boy
the colors of a song will calm your soul
the colors of a song will warm the cold
as i sing i hear the call
as i sing i hear them all
the colors of my song will find your call
the colors of my song will stop your fall
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