There is light and there is freedom.
There can be storm and thunder
but with all that wind I feel so free.
Where there is darkness
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.
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.