Back in These Arms

I can feel the rain come down
I can feel a different time
I can see the walls come down, standing in the sun
I can see the children play
I can see them holding hands
I can hold my mother

Banging down the street, banging down the street like a marching band
The old and frail, the young and strong, altogether now
Like a symphony in an endless choir, in an endless stream with one desire
To take it back, it was our own, to take it back and bring it home

And the sun goes down and the lights go up
And we head downtown to the stolen ground
And I hold you close and l look in your eyes
And the love comes pouring through the skies
And we cry so hard 'cause it feels so good
Yes, we cry so hard 'cause it feels so good
Freedom burning in our veins, never let it go
Let it burn

I see it in my mothers eyes
I see it in a strangers smile
I see it in my foreign friends
I see it in my barefoot child
I taste it on the mountains high
I taste it under endless skies
I hear it as the church bells ring
I sense it in a long gone star

And the sun goes down and the lights go up
And we head downtown to the stolen ground
And I hold you close and l look in your eyes
And the love comes pouring through the skies
And we cry so hard 'cause it feels so good
Yes, we cry so hard 'cause it feels so good
Freedom burning in our veins, never let it go
Let it burn

Let it burn