Paint the sky, paint the land, paint with desolation's hand.
Can anyone find heaven in this place?
Empty wells and empty stores, empty eyes know nothing more.
But still they look for heaven in this place.
Sometimes I feel so helpless, I can't change a thing.
Let the name of hope be evergreen.
I saw flood and I saw drought, I saw loves light fading out.
And some can still find heaven in this place.
Live for change and live for peace.
Live for ignorance to cease and maybe we'll find heaven in this place.
Your name found her, your name found me.
Your name found courage in the lost and weak.
The name of hope is not a whisper here…