Departing from the norm here. Can’t answer why this hit me the way it did today.
“When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high.
And don’t be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the 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 walk alone.”
Although I was not part of the brotherhood that is the Madison Scouts Drum and Bugle Corps, I am still moved anytime I hear this song.
May you never walk alone.
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