The heat of the sun
Scorches the valley
A new time is at hand
River’s receding
From the edges
Dryness of the land
As the sun highlights
The light white dust
From the bottom
Of a dried up lake
The cloud will rise up
Unfurling edges
A beckoning spirit
Saying when is the time
If its not too late
Color of rage
Color of change
Color of strain
Color of pain
No more restraint
Call in the rain
No more restraint
Call in the rain
This land won’t bear
If it can’t weep
Thousands of hearts
Waking from sleep
Deep in the well
Rises the tide
The time is at hand
No where to hide
Suppressing the passion
Subjective lies
Devices to keep
The truth here denied
It won’t be an option
No time to decide
Together we fall
Together we rise
Saying when is the time
If its not too late
Color of rage
Color of change
Color of strain
Color of pain
No more restraint
Call in the rain
No more restraint
Call in the rain
No more restraint
Call in the rain
