The Light by Mirah What's the use of holding out A work sore hand to catch some rain It turns up empty, all is dry And all you ever wanted was some rain Was some rain If heaven is the future Why is it that that you refuse to go There now with all you have You really should do more than just complain Just complain Such a rotten taste Is left when you don't think to say that It's just such a sorry waste To take the easy way out of the pain Of the pain When the end shines from the deep And all the hate and all the hell that history has released Would tremble before your valor if you'd Just get down on your knees And promise to all your children true That you will live in peace Where's the light to shine on me Oh, send me something, send me please Cleanse my body, close my eyes I'm naked and prepared to die In the starry atmosphere When all the questions disappear And pressure with a salty taste Exalts the tears that soak your face