The Answer is Flying in the Wind

Now that faith moves mountains,
will hope bridge the valley between us?

If love is all we need,
is it lust all we got?

If the bitter truth sets us free,
are these enslaving lies all sweet?

If the journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step,
could it be our journey of a single mile started with a thousand steps?

If marrying bad wives made philosophers,
will marrying you my good one turn me a moron?

If the answer to these questions flies in the wind,
why is it not written in the colors of the rainbow?