Gold

There's no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
So I think it's better to sit and let the rain show

You the way that grass bursts forth from soil

The groundll never let you down

It was meant to be down and you didn't want it to be anything else

Pots of gold and magic elves are the dreams that lead to broken ones

Broken sons

Who just wanted a happy ending

In a cell for lewdity

If you view their minds in full nudity

They just wanted to feel good

And learned too late

That the first step in pursuit

Is the first step away from happiness