When Freedom Rains

Power rushed though my veins as my hands reached towards the golden skyline I could feel freedom's warm, welcoming breeze at the tips of my fingers I could hear the smooth rumbling of the crowd, the people humming their songs of sorrow, anger, and hope We have a dream, A dream that freedom will rain, And that those rain drops of gold will land on skin of those who've been judged, On every single shade of life, and every single form of love We shall have our day, A day when the sun will shine, When our fears will vanish, when their judgment will depart; When freedom will rain