When you walk through a storm. Keep your hand up high and don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of the storm is a golden sky. And the sweet silver song of the lark.
When you walk through a storm. Hold your head up high. And don't be afraid. Of the dark. . At the end of a storm. There's a golden sky. And the sweet silver song.
When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high. And don't be afraid of the dark. At the end of the storm is a golden sky. And the sweet silver song of the lark.