I Believe In The Sun,

The Weak Die Out And The Strong Will Survive, And Will Live On Forever

I Don't Think Of All The Misery But Of The Beauty That Still Remains.

In Spite Of Everything I Still Believe That People Are Really Good At Heart. I Simply Can't Build Up My Hopes On A Foundation Consisting Of Confusion, Misery And Death.

And You Can Always, Always, Give Kindness

Think Of All The Beauty Still Left Around You And Be Happy.