Sometimes the wind and the rain keep blowing out the candle –
We’re going to keep lighting it anyway.
Sometimes the feedback screams and the sound system won’t cooperate –
We’re going to keep praising our good God anyway.
Sometimes the voice is hoarse, the fingers bleed, and the guitar won’t stay in tune –
We’re going to keep playing and singing anyway.
You see, my friends,
So in the struggle
to be free,
rename your town.