There's no rainbow being Critical
The wind blows the ashes
Sitting in the apparent Sunshine
I thought I was also getting the moonshine
but I hadn't the last laugh
being critical about my sister
trying to gain my fathers favour
even criticising her for Pink Floyd The Wall
the craziness of it all,
I instinctively knew it had to end
Lets be friends
with our own wooden chapel of love
There's no rainbow being Critical
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