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
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.