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.