If we're going to heal let it be glorious
If we're going to heal the dearth of the rain let it be forgiven
If we're going to heal the families that have broken let it be resented
Generation, the history
You spun gold into the hard life
You found the cure for the pain of our lives
You created healing where it did not live
You painted us a new coat of strength
You turn a hole to water
You filled the empty bottle with golden hope
You whispered to the clouds so they could fight on
If we heal,
Let us be grateful