Prayer of Tempest

See the color of the rain overwhelms your cover
 Gentle giant laid to rest as the night surrendered
 Tiny whistles of the trees they tried to tell me something
 Darkest shades of the leaves tell me what you're hiding
 And all the things that we've built shan't be brought along
 And all the things that we've lost shall be turned to songs
 Subtle whispers from the sea, reveal a certain story
 Restless lions in the caves, tell me what your worries
 Flying birds among the clouds, show me the direction
 Little pebbles on the ground forming an abstraction
 And all the things that we've built shan't be brought along
 And all the things that we've lost shall be turned to songs
 A dying man holding his brother begging for the sun
 A worried child losing her mother begging for the sun
 A tired prey running from the hunter begging for the sun
 A weary hand chained and locked to another begging for the sun