A rainy summer storm.
Rejuvenates a dying ground.
It hadn't rained for days and days and days.
A start again where everything is found.
They're left with memories.
Tears from pain of tragedy.
A mourning son bereaved.
Angelic whispering.
Long after disaster.
Societies emerge.
When information's lost,
They turn to written word.
I lie awake and dream of the future.
A million people that start anew.
Transcend the past, and hope for tomorrow.
Rebuild it all, and destroy ourselves again in time.
I lie awake and dream of the future.
A million people that start anew.
Transcend the past, and hope for tomorrow.
Rebuild it all, and destroy ourselves again in time.
In time.
In time.
In time.