A Part of Me and Rainbow Connection

Dreamer with eyes of blue like infinite ocean on an ice age of tomorrow....The sun shines through the rain no matter the pain and what is pain anyway? Is it a feeling...an emotion...a desperate grasp for commotion...when sharing meant caring and caring meant he'd be there. Before her it was that way..but I must stay where I belong sing that whistling song with the chorus of a hundred frogs in the swamp and the fog...the mist never stops...and even through rain one can see the sun...and even if there wasn't a pot of gold at the end of my rainbow...it was still a rainbow ...