I smell the river as it rises,
Rain, it has been pouring –
The soul in prison’s been set free,
And soon it will be soaring
I hear the storm surge coming on,
It will not be impeded;
For we, the people, are the rain,
And cannot be
Defeated
Other People's Feelings
I smell the river as it rises,
Rain, it has been pouring –
The soul in prison’s been set free,
And soon it will be soaring
I hear the storm surge coming on,
It will not be impeded;
For we, the people, are the rain,
And cannot be
Defeated