It’s raining tears across the land. New arks fill with creatures of all colors and shapes craving peace.
These beautiful beings know the deepdown dance club of hope is still hoppin’,
that when you hear a flutter in the night, it’s the wings of nowhere angels searching for a heaven to call their own.
All these peace-seeking creatures know that if you want your message heard, you gotta rise to your feet, take your voice to the people.
This fight for equality won’t be satisfied with half-baked revelations.
Peace-seeking beings know that when studying the streets‘ grimy thesis,
it takes time to discern the light from all the kicked-up dirt and bedevilment.