The Storm II

I feel the hat, it keeps coming down Coming down like the rain Look at me, I'm getting drenched We keep getting caught up In this raging wind Look at us, we're blown away Right away I want to see how high is that Flag gonna fly when the storm Comes raging through It surrounds all of us It's winds carry the truth The rain is the tears That have fallen over the years The sorm is gonna wipe away, Wipe away the insincere There's no more white No more black No more barriers No more traps These streets are all the same, But the problems are new And the names have all changed But the problem it still grew And I want to fade away There will be a quiet After the storm --- The Storm II - Judge