I believe for every drop of rain that falls a flower grows I believe that somewhere in the darkest night a candle glows I believe for every one who goes astray someone will come to show the way I believe I believe I believe above the storm a smallest prayer will still be heard and I believe that someone in the great somewhere his everyword everytime I hear a newborn baby cry or touch a leaf or see a star 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