I have shed my skin, come out of the chrysalis, and when I have dried my wings, I shall rey to fly.
I want one of those nice pictures to go with my new body.
So what do you believe if you believe anything at all?
How about, standing up for freedom?
That is a religion to many isn't it?
I believe for every drop of rain that falls a flower grows.
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night a candle glows.
I believe for everyone who goes astray someone may come to show the way.
I believe, oh, I believe.
Every time I hear a newborn baby cry, or touch a leaf, or see the sky, then I know why I believe.