There's a ^Dmtime when the ^Emmoon r^Dmeveals its face through the ^Amclouds I ^Dmlet out a ^Emsigh and ^Fwant to cry out ^Amloud But ^Fdeep in my ^Cheart I feel ^Glove so ^Calive In the ^Fdepths of my ^Csoul I know ^Gwe will sur^Amvive I'm the ^Dmone they would ^Embreak in their ^Bgreed and their ^Empride ^Eb But ^Abdeep in my h^Ebeart I feel ^Bblove so a^Eblive In the ^Abdepths of my ^Ebsoul I know ^Bbwe will su^Ebrvive