A sea of tears invades her face as she is Waiting for the rain to come, waiting for the rain To wash away the dirt of fascism, She dreams of a family she can no longer embrace As she is waiting for the rain to come, waiting for the rain They use fire to remove all hope, but cannot burn out her rage As she is praying for the rain to come, praying for the rain And she starts to forget their Faces, as the daemons lock her in a cage As she is praying for the rain to come, praying for the rain A sea of tears wipe away whatever child there once was As she is begging for the rain to come, begging for the rain She watches empty human shells walk their racist cause As she is begging for the rain to come, begging for the rain Taps the bars, counts the seconds stealing years from little lives As she wonders when the rain will come, wonders when the rain Cages fuller and less human, rejuvenating the monster thrives As she wonders when the rain will come, wonders when the rain Memories turn to dust and join the dirt, laughing at her despair As she begins to doubt the rain will come, begins to doubt the rain Lost in fields of grey, she watches daemons return to their lair As she begins to doubt the rain will come, begins to doubt the rain And as survival dominates, thoughts of love now quickly fade And she no longer waits for the rain to come She repeats their names, but fascism blows her memories like a grenade And she no longer prays for the rain to come No longer on the news, the world moves on to the next sadness fix And she no longer begs for the rain to come Her life hangs in the balance, we all move on to the next politrick And she no longer wonders when the rain will come And the darkness forms scars in her eyes, must she bear this crucifix? And she is certain the rain will not come