A wall as many miles wide
To cover up the sun
We all see clouds
We don’t see silver linings
The storm and rain
The window panes are tearing at their hinges
I’m sitting at a window
Watching clouds coming in
Closing the horizon
And I’ve opened up my eyes

We need the rain
Days of old we prayed for rain
Those holy men, temple priests and shaman
Sacrifice was made for rain
Our crops may grow
And yield a holy harvest
That with the love of god
This next year will be better than the last
Our thirst may quench
Our hearts find love
And I’ve opened up my eyes