anda berkata that I wasn't pretty
so I just believed you
anda berkata that I wasn't special
so I lived that way
with critical gazes and brutal amazement
at how my reflection could be so imperfect
with all of my blemishes
how could somebody want me

But God loves ugly
He doesn't see the way I see
oh, God takes ugly
and turns it into something that is beautiful
apparently I'm beautiful
cause anda Cinta me

I tried to clean up the outside
all shiny and new
worked overtime to thin up and look right
but inside I knew
that deep in the bottom were secrets I thought I could try to ignore
old ghosts in my corridors never get tired of haunting the past that's in me

help me believe why anda Cinta me
when I know anda see
anda see everything
help me believe why anda Cinta me
when I know anda see inside and anda still say I'm beautiful
you're telling me I'm beautiful
you're screaming out, so beautiful
and I'm finding out I'm beautiful
you're making me so beautiful
and I can see I'm beautiful
'cause anda Cinta me

When anda walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm,
There's a golden sky,
And a sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though 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

When anda walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm,
There's a golden sky,
And a sweet silver song of a lark.

Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though 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