Stand in the Rain
Sometimes you have to stand in the rain,
and listen to the music of our sorrows,
see the tears of a thousand nations,
feel the pain of the oppressed,
taste a glimpse of tomorrow,
and smell the fresh, sweet scent,
Of change.
and listen to the music of our sorrows,
see the tears of a thousand nations,
feel the pain of the oppressed,
taste a glimpse of tomorrow,
and smell the fresh, sweet scent,
Of change.