The sky is falling, so they say,
And panic grips the town.
But I refuse to run away,
Or let my fears bring me down.
For though the sky may seem to fall,
And darkness clouds the day,
I'll stand my ground, strong and tall,
And chase the clouds away.
I'll look up to the heavens high,
And see beyond the gloom,
To where the stars still twinkle bright,
And hope still finds a room.
So let the sky come crashing down,
And let the thunder roll,
For I will wear my bravest crown,
And keep my spirits whole.
