I Bet Heaven Looks A Lot Like Talladega

As rain falls
Colors spin around
Halos never placed
Starring through were, beautiful is not held
In no one else's shadow, is where you walk
Its been spoken
Hands around necks still young
Life has tested the masses this far
It will continue...
Whisper through me
In hope to change, voice comes form nowhere
But eyes will never see 'till
Whisper through me. Change