Waking from Sleep - Yaima

The heat of the sun

Scorches the valley

A new time is at hand

River’s receding

From the edges

Dryness of the land

As the sun highlights

The light white dust

From the bottom

Of a dried up lake

The cloud will rise up

Unfurling edges

A beckoning spirit

Saying when is the time

If its not too late

Color of rage

Color of change

Color of strain

Color of pain

No more restraint

Call in the rain

No more restraint

Call in the rain

This land won’t bear

If it can’t weep

Thousands of hearts

Waking from sleep

Deep in the well

Rises the tide

The time is at hand

No where to hide

Suppressing the passion

Subjective lies

Devices to keep

The truth here denied

It won’t be an option

No time to decide

Together we fall

Together we rise

Saying when is the time

If its not too late

Color of rage

Color of change

Color of strain

Color of pain

No more restraint

Call in the rain

No more restraint

Call in the rain

No more restraint

Call in the rain