And after the storm
I run and run as the rains come
And I look up, I look up
On my knees and out of luck, I look up
Night has always pushed up day
You must know life to see decay
But I won't rot, I won't rot
Not this mind and not this heart, I won't rot
And I took you by the hand
And we stood tall
And we remembered our own land
What we lived for
And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears
And love will not break your heart but dismiss your fears
Get over your hill and see what you find there
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair
I will spin in fields of flowers
My eyes on the sky
With my arms spread wide open
My spirit alive and free
The Best Is Yet To Come...
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