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