The Little Goodness

My soul will move on,
To a better place on the sun.
Sun rays will peirce straight through me
like I was a translucent piece of glass.
The white will frey, exposing a rainbow in the stars.

The colours show the little goodness left in me
as I explode with the sunburst.

The Ultraviolet will burn the rainbow
into all the people’s skin
To show him that there was a little goodness in me,
when the sun rises.