A flower grows

I believe that somewhere in the darkest night

A candle glows

I believe for everyone who goes astray

Someone will come to show the way

I believe

I believe

I believe above the storm the smallest prayer

Will still be heard

I believe that someone in the great somewhere

Hears every word

Every time I hear a newborn baby cry

Or touch a leaf, or see the sky

Then I know why

I believe

* * *

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

Walk on through the wind

Walk on through the rain

Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on, walk on

With hope in your heart

And you'll never walk alone

You'll never walk alone

You'll never walk alone

By: Alexandre luiz Tortoro

E-mail: klatoo@sti.com.br