MISTER, CAN YOU SPARE A RAINBOW


 

Some days are heavy days

When we know not which way to go.

Its on these dull-gray days, I say;

Mister, can you spare a rainbow?

 

 

Some days, gravity pulls us down

And our walk is so very slow;

Like the overcast and dreary skies,

With not a trace of rainbow.

 

 

Do veterans feel the cloudy day

When the joy of living does not flow?

On such earth-bound heavy days, I say;

Mister, can you spare a rainbow?

 

 

If we had never lost a friend

In wars so long ago,

Perhaps we'd never need to say;

Mister, can you spare a rainbow?

 

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