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