when you walk through the storm, keep your head up high,
and don’t be afraid of the dark
At the end of a storm is a golden sky, and the sweet silver song of the 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.
To the people still walking in darkness, and waking in darkness, and whose spirits are flattened beneath the hideous orangish glow of sodium lights — hang in there.
And to those who are buckling down for wind, sleet, storm and blizzard this weekend — see you on the other side. Stay warm!