We walked the narrow path,
beneath the smoking skies.
Sometimes you can barely tell the difference
between darkness and light.
Do you have faith in what we believe?
The truest test is when we cannot,
when we cannot see.
I hear pounding feet in the
, in the streets below,
and the,and the women crying and the,
and the children know that there,
that there's something wrong,
and it's hard to belive that love will prevail.
Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall forever.
Oh, when I'm lonely,
I lie awake at night
and I wish you were here.
I miss you.
Can you tell me
is there something more to belive in?
Or is this all there is?
In the pounding feet
,In the streets below,
And the window breaks
And a woman falls,
There's something wrong,
It's so hard to belive that
love will prevail.
Oh it won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,
your tears won't fall,
your tears won't fall,
your tears won't fallforever.
Last night I had a dream.
You came into my room,
you took me into your arms.
Whispering and kissing me,
and telling me to still belive.
But then the emptiness of a burning sea
against which we seeour darkest of sadness.
Until I felt safe and warm.
I fell asleep in your arms.
When I awoke I cried again
for you were gone.
Oh, can you hear me?
It won't rain all the time.
The sky won't fall forever.
And though the night seems long,y
our tears won't fall forever.
Jane Siberry
A Rainha de Espanha beija a mão ao Papa...
