There will be sun.

There is light and there is freedom.

Endlessly. 

There can be storm and thunder

but with all that wind I feel so free. 

Where there is darkness

and sorrow 

and pain. 

Lots of teardrops in the rain. 

There will always be sun right behind

but we're blind. 

If someone tells you

sun and rain don't come together.

They lie. 

But in the end the sun 

forces the rain to die. 

And with the sound of satisfaction 

the last drops fall to the ground 

We have forgotten 

how sunbeams sound.