it keeps coming down,
coming down like the rain.
Look at me, I'm getting drenched.
We keep getting caught up in this raging wind.
Now look at us, we're blown away.
How high is that flag gonna fly when the storm comes raging through?
It surrounds all of us.
It's winds carry the truth.
The rain is like the tears that have fallen over years.
This storm is gonna wipe away,
wipe away the insincere.
No more white, no more black,
no more barriers, no more traps.
There will be quiet after the storm.