[a small light in the darkness]

Gathering in our sun caught colors
fall together when we can into one
Hopefully the hills that we travel on
will always be moving in the same direction
moving in the same direction

When we stray, we're risking the fantasy
of finding another
pattern to follow after
Do you know the raindrops that made us
traveled quite as far?

Did they hunt as high and low for
the most beautiful landing?
And if the sun beats down upon us,
will you always reach over
and cover me with your colors.

And will there always be someone to guide us?
Guide us into the oceans, and the flowerbeds
where life grows - into these oil spills
And will there always be someone out there
to guide us into the oceans - into these
oil spills.