Somewhere over the rainbow, i heard the blue birds fly and they aint blue, why and how is this truly true, and the truth, they sleep with the stars up high, with sweet tooths, & lemon drops dancing over the chimney tops, somewhere over the rainbow way up high, they spy, why oh why cant i sail that far into the sky, why do those rainbows float by my eyes, but then they leave me far behind, can't they see these eyes cry for the 7 ways of light, the 7 rays of right into my souls sight, right, thats the effect of the rainbow on souls and so i wonder into the night, can my soul fly somewhere over the rainbow, where the blue birds cry, oh, where the dreams really do come true, why, when you wish upon a star, no matter how far-above the chimney tops your dreams lie, its somewhere over the rainbowed skies, where the bluebirds fly, into your dreams, and i don't ask where they've been, why do they fly into the high clouds to sing wonderous things, then come dream those things, the dreams that you dare to inside our God becoming a human being is not hard, truly being a true human being, trying to become a fuming star, waking up to where your troubles are far, far & behind, & you will be found way up high, in his spirit, to where the eagles and bluebirds are seen, cmon try, do you hear-it, its the sound of your dreams coming true, indeed thats where you will find me, inside Yahu's way up high over the rainbow, in the sky, yes its true, dreams really do come true-ue-ue friends, Amen.
