Waking from Sleep

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