When the lightning strikes like a fire,
It lights up the nighttime
And the falling tears, fill the emptiness inside.
With the break of day,
There's a dream that's always waiting.
Waiting on you to make it come alive.
There's a man down there,
With his hungry eyes turned to heaven.
He's been waiting on a dream,
That someone turned to stone.
When the cold wind blows,
He looks for some protection.
This junkyard sage's words are reaching for
We will rise,
Like a flame out of the fire.
We will rise,
On the wings of our desire.
We will rise.
You can hear those dirty drums
Beatin' down like thunder.
Rippin' through the air,
Poundin' like the fear in your heart.
And turned his heart to know,
What you believe in.
At times it's hard to know,
Just where do to start
(We will rise)
We will rise,
Like a flame out of the fire.
(We will rise)
We will rise,
On the wings of our desire.
(Like a mountain)
Like a mountain in the sky, standin' tall
(We will rise)
We will rise.
We will rise.
We will rise.
Oh oh oh oh...
Uh oh uh oh...
(We will rise)
We will rise,
Like a flame out of the fire.
(We will rise)
We will rise,
On the wings of our desire.
(Like a mountain)
Like a mountain in the sky, standin' tall
(We will rise)
Like a flame, like a flame out of the fire
(We will rise)
We will rise,
On the wings of our desire.
(Like a mountain) oh oh
Mountain in the sky
(We will rise)
We will rise!
We will rise!
We will rise!
We will rise!
We will rise!
Ooh
We will rise!