We Still Believe

I'm a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief.
 When newborns die and blood fills our streets
 And storms take lives
 And hollywood says lies
 And children cry
 But I still believe.
 You can wash our streets,
 set the captives free
 and heal the leper lame
 Whoa
 And I won't stop
 Calling on your name
 oh, oh, oh Call the broken ones
 with all that they have lost
 and all that they have seen
 and all of those who mourn
 and all of those who grieve
 Tonight.
 Tonight's the night it rains red.
 Tonight.
 Tonight's the night it rains red.
 A dark and iron curtain screams things will never change.
 And a cross on a hill screams won't be the same.
 A kingdom is at hand and the rain will come again.
 As centuries past
 But I still believe.
 You can wash our streets,
 set the captives free
 and heal the leper lame
 Whoa
 And I won't stop
 Calling on your name
 oh, oh, oh Call the broken ones
 with all that they have lost
 and all that they have seen
 and all of those who mourn
 and all of those who grieve
 Tonight.
 Tonight's the night it rains red.
 Tonight.
 Tonight's the night it rains red.
 In the desert, there's no clouds.
 Will the friendless, find a friend?
 The skies can't hold back,
 the rain from heaven.
 These red stains will be washed white by red.
 oh, oh, oh Call the broken ones
 with all that they have lost
 and all that they have seen
 and all of those who mourn
 and all of those who grieve
 Tonight.
 Tonight's the night it rains red.
 Tonight.
 Tonight's the night it rains red.