Hiding, ducking away from ourselves,
A chosen people, one deep at the core,
Searching for an answer in between the lines —
Enough for us: our God is one, no more.
How long will they pull the strings up here,
Deciding what a people wants, and when;
Hanging up posters, slogans of nobility —
Suddenly everyone's a screenwriter. Since when?
A year goes by, a decade's gone,
A people strong that hasn't weakened — carries on.
ChorusThe place where I am walking,
People carry prayers of light,
Waiting for the rain to fall
And wash it all — make it right.
Smiling, writing satires on our lives,
Talk shows, radio — it's all around us, thrives;
No time left to catch up on the new —
It's old, it's gone, it just passed through.
May it be good for all of us — may we smile and keep dreaming, too.
ChorusThe place where I am walking,
People carry prayers of light,
Waiting for the rain to fall
And wash it all — make it right.
(Rap)
Hiding, ducking away from ourselves,
A chosen people, one deep at the core,
Searching for an answer in between the lines —
Enough for us: our God is one, no more.
How long will they pull the strings up here,
Deciding what a people wants, and when;
Hanging up posters, slogans of nobility —
Suddenly everyone's a screenwriter. Since when?
A year goes by, a decade's gone,
A people strong that hasn't weakened — carries on.
ChorusThe place where I am walking,
People carry prayers of light,
Waiting for the rain to fall
And wash it all — make it right.