|I believe, for ev’ry drop of rain that falls a flower grows.|
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night, a candle glows.
I believe for ev’ryone who goes a stray
some-one will come, to show the way.
I believe, I believe.
I believe above the storm
the smallest pray’r, will still be heard.
I believe that some-one in the great
some where, hears ev’ry word.
Ev’ry time I hear a new born baby cry
or touch a leaf
or see the sky,
then I know why I believe.