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Let's walk with our chins up...

...So that the tears don't fall.

Created on 2003-12-01 07:14:32 (#1498566), last updated 2007-08-08

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Name:	I bet your insides sure are pretty though.

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_{I made a rainbow, but when I reached out for it, it vanished
Holding the tin watering can loosely, I stood motionless in the early afternoon
What was the name... of this tall white flower?
As if it were forgotten at the corner of my eye, it bloomed

In my fading and hazy memory, the one thing I remember is that forgotten flower

And when was that day I met these wounds
When the world blurred out but that swaying flower remained in focus
And when was that day I lied to myself
When the white flower swayed in time as if singing with the wind

One day I suddenly noticed
That it was always there right next to me, swaying and white
For whose sake? For what reason?

When you lose your reason for living
When you forget your own worth
Look, you can see the white swaying flower
The one thing we can remember is the swaying flower that never snaps

I made a rainbow, I wanted to touch it at least once
When we grew up we scoffed at our dreams and hopes
But, unbeknownst to us, we're doing the same thing
Even after we've grown up, we're making rainbows and reaching out for them

I ask these people moving through all these scenes
"What motivates you these days? What color is it? Where is it?"

I dropped my dreams somewhere
I put a great distance between them and my hopes
Look, the swaying white flower is still there
I never noticed that I knew its color and location

I made a rainbow, one day after the flower wilted
And all I saw from the corner of my eye was countless puddles of water
Something important wilted, without a sound
I filled the tin watering can with tears...

I'm still making rainbows, doing it over and over again as if I can't let go
Even though I knew I couldn't touch them, I still reached out
This tall white flower had a name... didn't it?
When it wilted I realized that it had bloomed for me

I realized when it was too late, dropping my head
My eyes caught sight of a small bud in a puddle, a new bud

I found the purpose in my life again
And my self worth was born

A flower that wilts, but never wilts forever, blooms
Its roots deep inside me

Look, the white swaying flower here
I never noticed and I still forget its name
If it's swaying inside me
It must be my unshakable hope, swaying without ever snapping.}

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