we spend long hours just waiting for the rain
noting the anguish of the groaning trees
there's not a thing we do that seems to please
none of our choices ever turns germane
or leads us to the path of rest and ease
we spend long hours just waiting for the rain
it does not help just turning up the gain
or ducking under walls to dodge the breeze
these are the ones that nothing could appease
we spend long hours just waiting for the rain
no grim foreboding may hold back the sun
a cycle comes around to those who wait
you just have faith in what you have begun
there is a tale that many folk have spun
about the sword that hangs above the gate
no grim foreboding may hold back the sun
a serious tool that no one could outrun
creator of inevitable fate
you just have faith in what you have begun
this is no illness that the weak might shun
nor is there room here for fools to berate
no grim foreboding may hold back the sun
enough to know the first hard blow will stun
and greedy onlookers will desecrate
you just have faith in what you have begun
i send the message knowing you have won
beyond what's given us to love or hate
no grim foreboding may hold back the sun
you just have faith in what you have begun
