Waiting for the Storm

There she stands on the edge of a cliff looking out...her hair blowing in the wind.
And the light of the moon is shining down through the clouds...
And she’s listening to the sounds of a world gone mad ......

Waiting...waiting for the storm...
Watching the clouds rolling in...
Do you feel... Do you feel the wind begin to turn?
Here comes.... here comes the storm....
And may the prayers of our ancestors not be in vain... and as the sky turns
black...and it begins to rain... May we remember...who we really are. May we remember...one heart one mind one soul, one and all....

And as the light gets brighter the shadows get darker still...in the final hour...
And she’s looking out to the cities with a tear in her eye...and then she turns away.

And all around the world... it comes like a wave...as time comes tumbling down. And a few stand strong in the raging wind and they rise up in the air... with fire in their eyes...