It is now going to pass
One by one the sevens separate,
Only in abstract will it continue to last
It once shot out an array of light
Not just seven but many more
But a new dawn has descended real bright
Till only blue is left on this Kuching shore
Sure there's still one more to see
One light that still would shine with me
I just worrry how bright it'll be
How important is God's light to thee
The prism of light must separate now
But not to distance will the relationship bow
Off they go to far lands to multiply
My job is here, its mine to try
May the yellow not fade away
as the rest seems to fade to grey
And God's light bond the prism together
Years to come, to weather weather
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