The rain keeps on falling,
filling the dried land.
It drinks the purity of life.
The land starts to grow
It must be a sign,
a message from God's hand.
Like tears from the sky,
water begins its flow.
Left alone, deserted so long ago
The storm still rages inside.
Before the dawn rises,
I cannot see the light.
This land's ground grows weak.
Shall we find the path?
The preacher's words were right;
I can't see anyway to the outer world.
Tears do flow, yet can't conceal
This land is barren, it does not feel
our self-made slaughter by our own hands.
Here lies the orphaned land...
Suddenly, lightning strikes the earth
It marks the sign of my rebirth.
Seeds of love from myself evolve
This cannot be living - without your safety.
The storm still rages inside...
Invisible rays penetrate the ground,
this land to die is surely bound.
Suffer but doesn't scream
Can this be a hopeless dream?