> Sad Short Stories > by Silver Moon > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Let the Blood Drip > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- To the pony who left me dying in the forest, I know you saw me. How could you not, I was right there? But you ignored me. I was not real to you. I know you saw the tears on my face. I know you saw my battered and bruised body. Yet you pretended that your eyes slipped right over me, not seeing. But you did see me. Yet you did nothing. So let the blood drip. Let the red liquid fall from my nose, my mouth, my eyes. Let it stain my orange fur. Let it fall to the ground and die, just like my dreams. Let the tears fall. Let the salty fluid slide down my face and form a puddle at my broken hooves. What do you care? What does anypony care? Why should they? I’m just a Pegasus that will never fly. “A Pegasus that will never fly.” It’s true. I wish with all of my heart that it wasn't, but it was and is. It will always be true. So let my hopes and dreams be cast upon the harsh shores of reality. Let them fall like I did when I tried to fly. Just like them, reality pulled me back, faster, faster. The only difference between us is that I crashed onto the ground and that that was not a metaphor. ]I never should have tried flying alone. I know that. At least, now I do. When it is too late, I know. But I paid the price. Or I will. Soon. Too soon. Nopony should die before they get their cutie mark. But it looks like I will. Blank flank forever, I guess. Well, maybe not. I’m not dead yet. Maybe my super special talent will be dying. Heh, wouldn't that be grand. But I’m off topic again. My blood is dripping and I don’t have much time left. I have a point to make still. What is my point, you ask? Or maybe you don’t. Maybe you threw this letter away already. You probably did. What does a dead filly matter to you, anyway? Obviously not much, since you left me to die. My point is a simple question. Why? Why did you leave me? Did you see how useless I was and decide to leave me to my fate? Or did you just not know what to do? Regardless of the reason, it’s too late now. I’ll be gone by the time you get this letter, if you ever do. Before I go, I have one last question for you. Do you even know who I am? Was, sorry. I’m dead now, remember? Do you know what my name was? Did you know if I even had any family, friends, idols? I did, all of them. My family won’t care though, they never liked me. And my idol has bigger things to do. After all, she is the Element of Loyalty. And my friends. If you see them, tell them to keep of crusading. I hope they get their marks soon. Did you figure out who I am now? Who the orange, blank flank Pegasus who cannot (could not, sorry) fly, who is friends with ponies who crusaded for their cutie marks, who idolizes Rainbow Dash, is? Opps, too late. I can feel my eyes closing, but I have one last thing to say. I’m sure you’re wondering how I wrote a letter in the forest. Or maybe not. I'll tell you anyway. The “paper” is bark, the “quill” is one of my feathers (I’m not going to need them anymore, right?) and the “ink?” That is my blood. I let it drip, alright. We both did. Scootaloo. > Apple Family Lies > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Apple Bloom?! How’re them RSVPs comin’ along? Who’s showing their muzzle at the reunion?” Granny Smith called to her grandfilly. “EVERYPONY!” the over-excited crusader exclaimed as she threw all of her papers in the air. “Everypony? Feathers on a goat. Are ya sure?” Granny asked, clearly shocked that so many of the Apple clan would make it to the reunion. “Well, not quite EVERYpony,” Apple Bloom said, looking downcast as she bent to pick up the scattered paper. “Well, then, who’s not comin’?” the eldest Apple asked. “Everypony except…” the young filly trailed off, either unable or unwilling to finish. “Except who, sugarcube?” Applejack asked her little sister, worry clouding her eyes. “Everypony except, well…” the yellow coated Earth Pony trailed off again. This time, she swallowed loudly and finished, tears filling her eyes as she spoke, “except ma an’ pa.” Apple Bloom ducked her head in shame, not wanting her family to see her crying. Eyes closed, she did not see the looked pasted between the two family members that stood in the barn with her. “Hey there, sugarcube, don’t, don’t cry now,” AJ said in what she hoped was a comforting voice as she moved to comfort her sister. “Ah’m sure they’ll make it to the next one! You can see them then, alright?” “But AJ, it just aint FAIR!” Apple Bloom cried out as she rejected the comforting hoof offered by her sister. “It just aint FAIR! Ah aint seen ma an’ pa since they had to go help our cousins in Fillydelphia when Ah was just a bitty baby! They couldn’t come to the last reunion cause ma was sick! An’ why is it we never go visit them? An’ why do they never visit us? Don’t they love us? Don’t they love me?” “Now just calm down Apple Bloom! Just calm down, please!” AJ’s pleas fell on deaf ears; the youngest Apple had collapsed onto the hard barn floor, crying too hard to breathe properly. The older two could only try to offer comfort as the young filly lay on the ground, years and years of abandonment collapsing upon her. It did not take long for her to cry herself to sleep, but it seemed like years to Granny and AJ. Once they were sure the filly was asleep, they called Big Mac to carry her to bed. They sat in the kitchen, gathered around the table. Silence was deafening as the three oldest Ponyville Apples tried to find the words to speak. It was AJ who finally shattered the silence with four simple words. “Ah guess it’s time.” “Eeyup,” agreed the monosyllabic stallion while the eldest of them all nodded her head solemnly. “We knew this day would come,” Granny said sadly. “So, who’s gunna tell ‘er? Big Mac?” “EeNOPE!” the large red pony replied with a stubborn shake of his red head. “Well, Ah can’t. Ah’m too old for this. Would break my old heart, it would.” “Oh, like it won’t hurt me?” Applejack snapped. Then she let out a long sigh. “Sorry, ya’ll,” she said, hanging her head. “Ah just… Ah don’t even know. Yeah, Ah’ll tell ‘er. Tomorra. Ah’ll take ‘er for a walk and tell ‘er then.” The young mare sighed again. “Ah just wish… Ah wish there was no talk to have.” ************************************************************************************* The next morning, the yellow filly was woken by her older sister. She looked groggily out the window, only to meet darkness; Luna’s moon still dominated the sky. “Aww, sis,” the filly protested as she turned to the dark shape in front of her, “why d’ya wake me up? Ah was havin’ this great dream about mah cutie mark.” “Ah’m sorry,” replied Applejack honestly. “Ah truly am. But Ah wanna show ya somethin’ and we’re gunna wanna take our time.” “Oh, ya going show me somethin’ then? Is it cool? Is it a present? What is it?” Apple Bloom was now wide awake, clearly eager to find out what she was going to see. “Ah can’t wait! Let’s get goin’!” With a large smile, the young pony leapt out of her bed and ran out the door. A few moments later, she sheepishly walked back into her bed room. Applejack laughed softly. “Back so soon?” she teased gently. “Yeah, Ah kinda dunno where we’re even goin’. Where are we goin’, again?” “We’re goin’-” Applejack broke off suddenly. She raised a hoof and pulled her hat down over her eyes before finishing. “Ah’m gonna take you to ma an’ pa.” It was not long later when AJ spoke again. “Alright, sugarcube. We’re almost there. Now, I want ya to hop on mah back and close your eyes, alright?” she asked, turning to her sister. “Now why do Ah need to do that? Ah’m a big pony, Ah can walk on mah own!” Apple Bloom protested. She stamped her hooves in irritation at her sister. “Hey, no need to get feisty now,” the older Apple said. “Ah just think it’s… more… more…” She trailed off, trying to find the right word. She brightened up slightly when she found it. “Interestin’!” she cried triumphantly. She smiled at the filly, hoping she would fall for it. She did. “OK!” Apple Bloom said as she jumped onto her sister’s back. “Hey, whatcha got your saddle bag for, anyway?” “Oh, that. Ah umm… packed us a picnic. In case you wanna stay a while. Now close yer eyes.” The orange mare waiting until she was certain that the filly had obeyed before walking on. “Are we there yet?” “Not yet.” “… Are we there yet?” “No, not yet.” “How about now?” “Keep yer hat on, AB! Ah haven’t been walkin’ 5 minutes yet! Ah’ll let you know when we get there!” “OK, OK. No need to get snippy,” the filly giggled. Applejack sighed. A few silent minutes went by before another word was spoken. “We’re here,” AJ said as knelt down so her sister could get off. Apple Bloom clambered down and paused, looking around. “AJ, why are we in the graveyard?” she asked, clearly confused. “Just, just come ‘ere, sis,” was the only reply the normally strong mare could choke out. The young filly obliged, but froze in shock at the sight that met her eyes. Two matching apple-shaped tombstones stood side by side in front of her, her parent’s names engraved into the cold, hard, unfeeling stone. “Wha’? When… How? Why, sis! These are marked,” Apple Bloom paused and did some quick mental math. “Over 8 years ago! What the?! This is a joke, AJ? This has to be a joke, right?” The filly started to cry, tears spilling out of her eyes like a burst dam. “Ma an’ pa can’t be dead! They just can’t!” “Ah’m so sorry, sugarcube. Ah wanted ta tell you, Ah just didn’t know how. Ah-” “YOU KNEW?!” the filly screamed in rage. “You knew, all this time? How could you not tell me? How could you?! How could you keep it from me, all these years, how could you LIE to me?!?!” Anger over through sadness and the filly lunged at her sister. The two had a one-sided fight as the elder only tried to block the kicks and punches, throwing none of her own. “Ah’m sorry!” AJ cried again, tears falling down. “Ah’m sorry, Ah wanted ta tell ya sooner, Ah did!” “Then why didn’t you?! Why?” Apple Bloom suddenly collapsed on the hard ground, too hurt to try and fight. “Why?” she repeated. Without waiting for a reply, she turned and faced the stone that marked where her parents lay. “Ah, we, we thought you were too young. But, now Ah think, no, now I know that we were wrong. We shoulda told ya right away. Ah’m sorry. Ah- Ah get if ya don’t wanna talk, but Ah think you should know. Ah brought flowers, for you. So you can give them flowers,” the orange Earth Pony added unnecessarily. When her sister gave no reply, Applejack grasped the bouquet in her mouth and placed it beside her sister. There was still no response. The mare had no idea what to do, so she began rambling about everything and anything that came to her mind. Apple Bloom sat, seemingly oblivious to the words flowing like a river from behind her. Silently, the filly reached over and picked up the flowers. She stood up and stepped forward, placing the traditional offering between the graves. Still ignoring her sister, Apple Bloom sat with her head bowed in front of the apple-shaped stones. Eventually, Applejack would realize that there was no point in words and fall silent. Eventually, Apple Bloom would start to talk again. Eventually, Apple Bloom would forgive her family for lying to her. But for now, the filly would sit in silence, pretending she was alone with her parents. For now, she would be dead to the world, like her parents lying under the earth in front of her. For now, she would remain heartbroken. > We Have to Save Sweetie Belle! > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “We have to save Sweetie Belle!” Apple Bloom choked out. All around her, fire, smoke and destruction filled the air. She coughed again, tears shining with pain as she looked at her one remaining friend. Scootaloo stood tall; her eyes narrowed in defiance, wings flared. For a moment, she said nothing the only sounds falling rubble and cackling fire. But when Scootaloo spoke, Apple Bloom felt like the bomb had gone off inside of her, not in the building they had just fled from, the building Sweetie had not been fast enough to escape from. “No.” “No! Whatdya mean, no?!” Apple Bloom shot back. Her demand was filled with pain, not anger. She had dealt with so much pain in the last week, since the war began. She had seen her family die and her home destroyed. She had seen more blood than she thought possible and more deaths than in her worst nightmares. But she was still shock by what her friend had just said. “I mean no,” Scootaloo said calmly. The young mare turned away from the destroyed building and began to walk away. “Now wait just a dang minute!” The yellow Earth Pony ran over to her friend, her sister’s old Stetson hat almost falling off. Stopping dead, Apple Bloom faced her friend, blocking the path. “We have to save her!” “There is nothing left to save. You saw the bomb; we were lucky to have gotten out as we did. We cannot save her. We are too late.” Flapping her wings, Scootaloo flew over the other mare’s head. Landing behind her, the orange Pegasus started to walk again. “Well, we should try! We should at least try to save her!” “Apple Bloom, we can’t! There is no time and no hope! We have to go.” “But what about my cutie mark?” Apple Bloom asked. She had only recently gotten the apple shaped like a heart. It was on the first day of the war that it appeared. The tree of them had decided that the apple represented her heritage and the heart shape showed how she is caring and loving to almost all and always eager to help other. Her selflessness, in short. “We have to try! We have to help Sweetie Belle! We just have to! It’s my talent. My cutie mark, Scoots. What about my cutie mark?” It was a low card and Apple Bloom knew it. But she refused to give up. “What about your cutie mark?” Scootaloo asked, her voice sharp as shrapnel and cold as a long-dead corpse. “Your cutie mark? What about this one?” the mare demanded, moving her wings and gesturing to the scraps of paper taped to either flank. Both sheets were crinkled and slightly scorched, but it was still clear enough to see what was drawn on the paper. The cloud shooting a rainbow lightning bolt stood proudly on the mare’s flank, a defiant bold of colour in a dark gray world. “What about this one?” Scootaloo demanded again. “And more importantly, what about the pony who’s it was?! Do you remember what her last words were? The ones she spoke to us, the three of us? ‘You have to win,’ she told us. Then she died. Do you remember that, Apple Bloom?” the orange pony paused. She bent and checked the bandages on her right legs. The bleeding had stopped, but too much excitement could start it flowing again. Raising her head again, Scootaloo could see her friend was almost in tears. She sighed and spoke again, in a softer tone this time. “I’m sorry. If I thought there was a chance that she had survived the explosion, we would be in there looking for her right now. As it is, I honestly do not think she could have lived. She knew what she was signing up for when she chose to stay and fight, rather than flee. “There will be time to mourn for her. And the others. The ones who have already passed and those who have yet to fall, we will mourn them. I promise you that. I promise. But that time is not now. Right now, we have a war to fight. Not just fight, but win. I’m only a blank-flank and your cutie mark has to do with the opposite of war, but we are only hope Equestria has right now. Luna and Celestia have vanished and the Elements of Harmony are dead. Almost everypony has fled or been killed. It is up to us to save Equestria. There will be time to mourn, but not right now. Right now, we need to get going.” Scootaloo turned around and began walking down the path. Apple Bloom cast one last look at the destroyed building that would be Sweetie Belle’s final resting place before limping after her remaining friend. “Alright,” Apple Bloom finally agreed, “let’s go.” Scootaloo nodded. “We have a war to win.” > AJ’s comets > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Ma and Pa, Where did you go? Why have you left us? When will you come back? I don’t know what happened. All I know is that Granny told us that you would be gone for a while. Please come back soon. Love, Your little Applejack To Ma &Pa, Where are you? It’s been 3 weeks and you still have not come home. Big Mac’s gone quiet, he hardly says anything anymore. Remember how he used to talk and talk and talk and talk? He stopped. About two days after you two left, he just stopped talking. I think he misses you more than I do. I’m pretty sure Granny misses you too, but she is so busy with my little sister that she doesn’t have much time to talk or play. Sometimes Granny lets me play with Apple Bloom, but she has been really sad, too. I think she misses you badly. I know my brother misses you. He won’t play with me anymore. All he does all day is work on the farm. I wish I was older so I could help him. The farm is too big for him to handle on his own. Why did you have to leave us? How could you not have known the strain that would fall on us? When will you be back, and why have you not replied to any of my letters yet? Please come home soon, I miss you so much. AJ It’s Applejack Granny told me what happened. She told me how the doctors did everything they could, but they still lost you. I’m so mad at her! How could she not tell me? And the letters I sent you, she still has them. She lied to me. Your son did, too. I thought you raised him better. But they both lied to me. And Apple Bloom. I’m not sure if she knows what “dead” means, but I know she has not been told. So I’m going to tell her, whether Granny likes it or not. It is wrong to lie. It is wrong to exclude the truth. I’m never going to lie. Ever. Your daughter, AJ I did it, I did it! I got my cutie mark! Remember how in the last letter I said I was going to visit Aunt and Uncle Orange? I did! But then there was this rainbow, pointing home. Back to my family, my home. Back to where I know you two are. So home I came. When I got back to the farm, there they were! Three nice ripe apples. This is where I belong, here on the farm. Here with you. I’m sorry I ever left. I never should have. Another funny thing happened today. Just a few minutes ago, I saw two comets flying through the night, together. It’s not the right season for shooting stars. I wonder why they were there. I’m sorry I left, but I’m never going to leave you. I promise I will always come back. I’ll write more later, right now I have to catch up on sleep. Time is different in Manehatten, did you know that? I love you, Applejack It’s me again. Duh. No pony else would write you two. I’m not even sure why I do. I know you will never, can never write back. I’m not even sure if you can see these letters. But I don’t mind. I think I write these for me as much as I do for you. I was coming back late from the far fields the other night. The sky was clear and I could see all the stars. It was one of the nights when I miss you two the most. Then I saw two comets. Just two of them, flying side by side across the sky. They made me feel better. I’m not sure why, but they did. I still miss you, but I’m learning new things. Life goes on, right? I love you both, so, so much. Applejack Ma and pa, I have a question for you. You’re still here, aren’t you? With me, with us. In our hearts, yes, always. But more than that, too. Are you? Are you the comets I keep seeing? I think you are. I know, in my heart, that you are. So I’d like to thank you. For bringing some beauty, some hope, into my life. I’m glad you’re still here. I’m going to start stargazing at night, when I get the time. I’m going to make time, at least once a week. Time for the three of us. I have to go now, but I’m going to try and get some time tonight, if it’s clear. I love you with all my heart, Applejack To my comets: I’m sorry I haven’t had time to write. A new pony moved to town, her name’s Twilight Sparkle. She’s my friend now, real close. So are these four other ponies. Their names are Pinkie Pie, Rarity, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash. Well, somehow the 6 of us got on this big adventure, trying to stop somepony named Nightmare Moon from casting eternal night over Equestria. Part of me didn’t want to stop her, just so we could spend more time together. But we stopped her using the Elements of Harmony. Apparently, we each represent one, all six of us. I’m honesty. When Twilight said that, I couldn’t help but to think back to the day Granny told me what happened and I vowed to always be honest. I’m glad I made that promise, it helped save everypony. I’m still sad about how I came about to say what I said, but it worked out for the best, right? “Always find the silver lining,” that’s what you used to say, right pa? And ma, I remember how that made you laugh. I miss your cheesy sayings, pa. I miss hearing your laugh, ma. I miss you both so dearly, but I think that is what I miss the most. Keep flying, my comets, Applejack, Element of Honesty Hey. Applejack here. I miss you, both of you. I really do. I’m still sad you had to go, but I understand that these things happen. Still, it tugs my heart every night. Big Mac and Apple Bloom miss you too, but I think he misses you most. He had the most time with you two, so I think the pain hurts him most. In a small way, I envy Apple Bloom. She was so young when you left that she barely knew you. Anyway, I went stargazing the other night. I didn’t see either of you, though. Where are you? I want to see you again. I miss you both so much, words fail me. But I guess there’s nothing I can do about it. I have to go now, Granny’s calling us down for dinner. I’ll write you more later, when I get the chance. Lots of love to my dancing stars, Applejack Hi. It’s me. I’m sorry it’s been so long since I wrote last. I’ve been really busy, Applebuck season and all. You know what that’s like. Or you … No. I’m not going to say “did.” As long as I see the stars at night, I know you are with me. Anyway, you do know what Applebuck season is like. I know you do, because I saw you the other night. I saw you two fly across the sky. I saw you two, my stars, my comets. I’m sorry I can’t write more, but I’ve had a long day and I need to rest up for tomorrow. I promise to write you more later. I love you both so much. Goodnight, my comets. Applejack Epilogue: The farm mare sighed deeply. She had spent all afternoon sorting through her old letters. She had started writing them the day her parents died and would keep writing as long as she could hold a quill. There had not been enough time to read all of her old letters, but enough to lift her spirits. But now, the sun was setting and time had run out. Applejack sighed again as she placed her letters back in the box. At the very top of the box she placed her newest letter. She looked it over one last time as she waited for the ink to fully dry. Hi. It’s me. I’m sorry it’s been so long since I wrote last. I’ve been really busy, Applebuck season and all. You know what that’s like. Or you … No. I’m not going to say “did.” As long as I see the stars at night, I know you are with me. You do know what Applebuck season is like. I know you do, because I see you at night. I see you two fly across the sky. I see you two, my stars, my comets. I’m sorry I can’t write more, but I’ve had a long day and I need to rest up for tomorrow. I promise to write you more later. I love you both so much. Goodnight, my comets. Applejack Closing the box, the orange mare felt a tear slip down her face. Whether it was a happy or sad cry, she was unsure. Regardless, Applejack let the tears fall. They stopped after only a few minutes, but they had still drained what little energy the Element of Honesty had left. Failing to stifle a yawn, the mare carefully pushed the box under her bed for the night. She stretched out her back, sore from staying in the same position for too long. She was so tired and sore that she was asleep almost before her head found her pillow. Her eyes closed, her curtains drawn, there was no way for Applejack to see the night sky outside. Sleeping soundly, she remained ignorant to the stars outside. But they did not ignore her. As the mare slept, two stars broke free and danced across the sky, together. As Applejack slept, her parents flew past, chasing away the nightmares and leaving behind a wonderful dream of happier times. > Hope > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “It’s hopeless!” “No, it is not!” “The war is lost. We don’t have a single hope left. We’re doomed.” “Stop that right now. There is still hope!” I growled. “Where?” Dark Sky snarled back. “Where is there hope? Our squad is the only one left. Equestria has fallen. We. Are. Doomed.” She shook her head in anger and pain. Refusing to let my friend accept failure, I grabbed her head and forced it up, making her look at me. “We may be doomed,” I said, my voice hardened by determination, “but that does not mean there is no hope. Because there is hope. We are the hope. The civilians need somepony to lay their hope on. We are those ponies. We have to be.” “But we aren’t. We failed.” “Not yet,” I told Dark. I let her head go and stood up. I offered a hoof to my fallen friend, my fellow soldier. She looked up at me, despair clouding her features. “Come on, we have to get moving,” I said as gently as one can give a command. “What’s the point?” asked Dark Sky as she tried to slump to the ground. I held her up, preventing her from accepting defeat. “Why bother, Emerald?” she asked again. “How can we be hope when we know we are doomed?” The pain in her voice hit me like a punch to the gut. I grabbed her foreleg and forced her to her hooves. “Dark? Dark Sky, look at me. Am I still breathing?” “What’s your point?” “Answer me.” “Yes, but I don’t get-” “Are you still breathing?” I cut across her without hesitation. “Yes,” Dark Sky replied, not bothering to try and argue this time. “We are still breathing. We are still alive. That is where there is hope. As long as we live, so does hope. So long as there is one pony left standing, left breathing, left alive, there is hope. When all hope seems to be lost, we are what stops despair from taking over.” As I spoke, Dark stood a little taller, a little straighter. I saw my message was finally getting to her. “So long as one of us can still fight, there is hope. We are the hope.” “We are the hope,” she echoed. “We are hope.” “That’s right. We are hope. As long as we live, we can fight. As long as we breathe, we can fight. And as long as we can fight, we are hope.” “We are hope.” It was more than just an echo that time. It was a statement. “We are hope,” Dark Sky agreed. A smile, albeit a small one, lit up her face. The first one I’ve seen in days. The first one since it became clear we were fighting a lost battle. The agony in her eyes changed to determination as she started to move. She paused and cast a glance back over her shoulder. “You coming?” “Yeah,” I grinned back. “Yeah, I’m coming.” “Good. Let’s get going. We have a world to save.” > Chasing a Rainbow > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Rainbow Dash, I'm happy for you. I truly am. But I am sorry because I will not be able to come to your wedding. I told our friends that I have too many animals to take care of and that they need me, but I cannot lie to you anymore. While my animals are one reason I cannot come, they are a small one. The true reason is a secret I have held on to for far too long. I find myself unable to find the right words right now, so I found an old poem I wrote several years ago. I wrote it before we met {name}, but a few years after Flight School. I have lost the exact date. I have enclosed the poem in with this letter. Again, I deeply apologise for having to miss your wedding, but I fear it would be too hard for me. Please forgive me, Fluttershy Chasing a Rainbow I’m chasing a Rainbow, Yet unable to grasp her. I’m trying to grab her, Yet I’m too far away. I’m chasing a Rainbow, Flying high in the sky. I’m wanting to hold her, Yet I’m stuck on the ground. Oh, how her colours fill my life! And oh, how magnificent she is! She fails to know her full effect On the world, far beneath her. I wish I could fly with her, My magical Rainbow. I wish I could persuade her To join me on Earth. I wish I could tell her Of her elegance, her grace. I wish that she knew How I’ve always loved her. I’m chasing a Rainbow, Always evading my touch. I’m trying to reach her, Yet I’m unable to connect. I’m chasing a Rainbow, But she is too high above And a butterfly’s wings Are too weak for the sky. I’m chasing a Rainbow, But not for the gold. For the prize that I seek Is the Rainbow herself. I'm chasing a Rainbow. I wish she could see That I'm chasing a Rainbow As long as I breathe. I'm chasing the Rainbow That I've loved for so long. I'm chasing a Rainbow And that Rainbow is you.