Each time I hear the violins cry.
I can find my reasons for living again.
Each time I hear the wind dance.
I know there's hope right in front of me.
Each time I feel the sun bringing me joy.
I try to bring joy right back to this universe.
Just like I was born to.
Each time I hear the radio singing to me.
I know my life is something I should laugh at.
Each time the bad times come my way.
I know the good times are in the waiting room.
Waiting to come to me.
I may not even be alive by the time they arrive.
But they'll come.
They'll come.
They'll come.