When you walk through the 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.
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 the 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 the storm. Is a golden sky. And the sweet silver song of a lark.