I walked along a busy street                                                 

With a friend who had an untold story

He cried with the thought of a secret he carried

And created a song of much beauty

And within that beauty there was his secret

Hidden in a rainbow

I was oblivious of the symbolism

As the beautiful colors and deepness

In my mind resembled creative uniqueness

He portrayed himself as damaged goods

But quite the contrary he was a person of true beauty

And when I realized the hidden message

I was of true acceptance

Because with me there was no objection

And there was no change in my perception

Of whom he was and what he meant to me

And there is no label in my mind

Toward the concept of “being happy”