Soaring For a Cup of Love

Sunlight scarce, o' rainbow dove I flutter wings a fifty five just to see your weight up high a snug, in the clouds. What parsing eyes, do thee enchant a hue o' fifty fire ants give or take a grand, I wad my sense of wealth in color, white is far too bland. Someone spilled a sup of blue a soup fit for three-hundert two, if only it were true that we could fill ourselves with color. Someone see that bird up there, whose rain arch bellows rainbow wings and colors sing; where there ain't no thing as hunger, fill my stomach full of color, my friend and brother my sister, mother grab my wing... I'll take you to the play, you needn't ever pay ...for a cup of love.