A sea of tears invades her face as she is
Waiting for the rain to come, waiting for the rain
To wash away the dirt of fascism,
She dreams of a family she can no longer embrace
As she is waiting for the rain to come, waiting for the rain
They use fire to remove all hope, but cannot burn out her rage
As she is praying for the rain to come, praying for the rain
And she starts to forget their
Faces, as the daemons lock her in a cage
As she is praying for the rain to come, praying for the rain
A sea of tears wipe away whatever child there once was
As she is begging for the rain to come, begging for the rain
She watches empty human shells walk their racist cause
As she is begging for the rain to come, begging for the rain
Taps the bars, counts the seconds stealing years from little lives
As she wonders when the rain will come, wonders when the rain
Cages fuller and less human, rejuvenating the monster thrives
As she wonders when the rain will come, wonders when the rain
Memories turn to dust and join the dirt, laughing at her despair
As she begins to doubt the rain will come, begins to doubt the rain
Lost in fields of grey, she watches daemons return to their lair
As she begins to doubt the rain will come, begins to doubt the rain
And as survival dominates, thoughts of love now quickly fade
And she no longer waits for the rain to come
She repeats their names, but fascism blows her memories like a grenade
And she no longer prays for the rain to come
No longer on the news, the world moves on to the next sadness fix
And she no longer begs for the rain to come
Her life hangs in the balance, we all move on to the next politrick
And she no longer wonders when the rain will come
And the darkness forms scars in her eyes, must she bear this crucifix?
And she is certain the rain will not come