There Is The Wind (by Soft War) by John Ludi

These times they test your patience, these times they test your will.
These days you start to wonder if we can climb that hill.
Seems like the levee's breaking, seems like the die is cast,
like today's fading sunset might just well be the last.

But I keep hoping and I keep praying.

Those vultures circle closer, that river's running red.
Those bombs fall from the heavens on fields of smoke and lead.
Some dark portents are looming over earth so choked and strained,
some hollow haunted feeling in the hearts of the tired and pained.

But I keep hoping and I keep praying.

(C) There is the wind, there is the sun, there is the rain.
There is the spark of life, the womb, there is the grain.
There is the will to grow, forever, evermore.
The spirit and the word, the world will be restored.

Illusions cannot blind you, mere shadows can't obscure
the hearts of those committed, when the will and thought are pure.
Those lies that power's speaking are speeches to an empty room,
their folly and their flavor are dust in an abandoned tomb.

So I keep hoping and I keep praying.

There's not one wave that can submerge the will to be.
There's not one war that can consume a soul that's free.