Why should I stop to try to paint a rainbow in your sky 
when clouds are already there. 
Why should I quit and cry ignore those [bad word] by my side. 
I rather show that someone cares. 

There's another side, hidden from our eyes, that only faith can see. 
Every gentle deed shown to one in need, lifts that vail so we can see, 
that those who love are free. 

Love's my voice. 
Life's my choice. And it'll make all those around me to sing. 

Why should I cast my hope away, that there will be a brighter day. 
And that tomorrow it will be.
Why should I linger on life's shore, ignore what trials and pain are for
when [bad word] knocking at my door.

Love's my voice. 
Life's my choice. And it'll make all those around me to sing. 

And in time we'll fly, to that other side:
Because love heals broken wings.