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
there's 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 with hope in your heart
and you'll never walk alone
you'll never walk alone
hold your head up high
and don't be afraid of the dark
at the end of the storm
there's 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 with hope in your heart
and you'll never walk alone
you'll never walk alone
2 Comments:
j n'ai pas petite amie
hehehe... si zuhe... bisaan ..
jadi kamu katanya suka dimarahin pa kapus teh sering bikin puisi ya...
ga papa de zuhe... kembangkan bakat menulismu.
eta naon artina...
kamu masih rajin belajar francis geuning... hoyong ka paris nya...
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