When you walk through a storm hold your head up high
And don’t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Tho’ your dreams be tossed and blown.
Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone,
You’ll never, ever walk alone.

Walk on, walk on with hope in your heart
And you’ll never walk alone,
You’ll never, ever walk alone.



As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
because if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another  hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)

People, don't you understand
this child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow  to be an angry young man some day
now take a look at you and me,
are we too blind to see,
or do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way

Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)

And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)

Then one night in desperation
the young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)

And as her young man dies, (In the ghetto)
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto
(In the ghetto)

And his mama cries
In the Ghetto


Två av de bästa låtarna som någonsin gjorts! Vad skulle man göra utan musik! Kan inte komma på en enda situation som inte musik skulle passa in i...visst att det kan vara fel sorts musik, men det finns alltid minst en låt som alltid passar in.
Som ni kanske förstår så är min iPod det bästa jag har! :)