If I told you I was standing here right in front of you.
You’d think I was being obvious but not true.
Why? I stand here right now and you see me. 
You hear me, but you really don’t know who I be.

Chorus:  NO NO NO NO NO Mama Mia Mama Mia

A spectrum of colors, a rainbow’s delight,
Pot of gold at one end. The rest a beautiful sight.
Evidence of rain that freshens the air,
But blurred vision with salt not so fair.

Chorus:  NO NO NO NO NO Mama Mia Mama Mia

The lizard changing colors, surviving a deadly plight,
Pending doom swooping down from on high,
Colors changing in rapid succession,
Then BAM came that sudden percussion.

Chorus:  NO NO NO NO NO Mama Mia Mama Mia

Why, Mommy? Why are you hitting me, he pleaded.
His tender, broken skull, bandaged and bleeding,
Three years his Angel gone in the blink of an eye.
Pain from the beating? NO. Pain from a broken heart. Aye.

No more chorus for this boy of three,
Just a painful memory of being free.
Imprisoned for life, rainbows he would never see.
Changing colors just to survive in a world called PTSD.