Every storm runs out of rain,
Every dark night turns into day.
The clouds will part, the sun will rise,
And chase the shadows far away.
The winds will calm, the waves will still,
And peace will fill the air once more.
The world will wake, reborn anew,
With hope and dreams it will restore.
So hold on tight through tempest\'s roar,
And know that brighter days await.
For every storm runs out of rain,
And love will conquer all with fate.