Sunrays guide the way
I think for a while as the idea slowly drips into my arid mind,
"So really, the rain washes away to make a place for better days…"
"Washing away a filthy past to show us the future is better than that."
I look outside the window of this tiny bar; I didn't even have to look quite far,
To see the sunrays guiding me to a rainbow made of finer things.
A future to behold, a future comprised of things better than gold.