The wind blows
The dark clouds roll in
The rain starts
It pours down
Down hard

It pours down on the town
It pounds down on the roofs
Pounds down on the trees
It tears them down

Tears down the trees
Beats down all vegetation
It leaves nothing but desolation
Distruction is everywhere
Carnage is all around
 

And out of the gloom
Out of the  broken town
Full of desolation
We can see
A seedling sprouting
 

And a second
A third
Out of the destruction
Out of the carnige
Grows the hope of a new life
Grows a new existance
 

Thre is always hope
It rises out of despair
Though it may be small
If we hold to it
It will grow
And we will grow
 

Out of the desolation
Out of the carniage
A new person
Better than the fisrt