Over the Rainbow

E.Y. Harburg

When all the world is a hopeless jumble and the raindrops tumble all around, heaven opens a magic lane.  When all the clouds darken up the sky-way there's a rainbow highway to be found leading from your window-pane to a place behind the sun just a step beyond the rain. 

Somewhere over the rainbow way up high, there's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby. 

Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true. 

Some day I'll wish upon a star and wake-up where the clouds are far behind me, where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops that's where you'll find me. 

Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly.  Birds fly over the rainbow, why then oh why can't I?

Lynnette Snell

You were spirited,                                    red-haired, wide-eyed                              and a girl at 15                                         who could teach the world things.

How to live, how to love,                          how to laugh, how to cry.

All things that at 15 the world                    would have thought were not yours to know.                                                      And we told you so.

But in death,                                             as in life,                                                   you had something to say.

And you said it.                                        As straight forward                                   up-front                                                    and shocking as you always had been.  

And we cried.                                          Because for all we said                             and all we thought we knew,                     we had let you slip past                             in your most awesome moments.

And then you were gone.                          Thrown in your place was this teaching.     We hear you, Tiffany.      

We live, we love,                                      we laugh, we cry.    

And we open our eyes to the day              and partake - as you did -                        in all the glorious scandal                           red-haired, mischevious ways we can.

And we live.