There
are scars from the journey
And so the anger breeds
In the children of those left nothing
But galvanised roofs and disease
And the spirits who bring the rain
Are witnesses to every crime
And their tears fall on a people
Now lost in time
Long into
the night theyll lift their voices
As they sing the sacred names
And theyll dance in dedication
To the Spirit of the Rain
Because
the night is patient
And the dawn discreet
Every sin could be forgiven
From the shoreline to the sheets
Let the dancers begin their song
To a time that never knew change
But give the future to the children
Whove never seen rain