Colors may fade,
Flowers might wither,
But even when it\'s dark
There is light somewhere.
The blind can still see beauty,
The poor find happiness,
Brokenness is mended,
Orphans find love,
The rejected overcome,
The lonely find family,
The weak become strong,
And the deadly find humanity.
This world isn\'t what you make it, it\'s the way you take it.