The night softly whispers a lullaby for a lonely heart.

The day is over, but another day arrives for another pain.

Isn’t too much for a fragile heart to carry the world in her shoulder?

How much sorrow can she bear?

How long can she stand?

Can she face another morning?

But…

I am strong… though i cry…

I can face the storm, can face the thunder

I can walk… through the fire…

I can cross the rumbling waters.

I’d stand still though my feet shivers,

I’d still hope even if I'm losing, and

I’d still smile even if I fail…

Coz i know i can make it through

God will take my fight as His own

and…

We will win the game.

We will make it through the rain.

God will raise me up above the clouds…

and I will sing again….