Like the sky opened up

let go of its cry.

As if it dropped tears,

wailing 'til it's dry.

The heavens are bawling

because of all the woes.

In the world people dying

the media just doesn't show.

So the skies are tearful

and they are so mad.

So they let go of their hurt,

let go of their sad.

When I walk through their tears

I think about the world so insane.

When the sky opens up

and lets go of the rain.