Lea Salonga - The journey

^AHalf the world is sl^Deeping ^AHalf the world's aw^Dake ^F#mHalf can hear their h^Dearts beat ^BmHalf just hear them b^Ereak

^AI am but a t^Draveler ^AIn most every w^Day ^F#mAsk me what you w^Dant to k^Enow

What a j^Dourney i^Et has b^Aeen And the ^Dend is n^Eot in s^Aight But the s^Dtars are o^Eut ton^F#might And they're b^Dound to gu^Eide my w^Aay When they're s^Dhining o^En my l^Aife I can s^Dee a b^Eetter d^Aay I w^Don't let the d^Earkness ^F#min What a j^Dourney i^Et has b^Aeen

^AI have been to s^Dorrow ^AI have been to b^Dliss ^F#mWhere I'll be to^Dmorrow ^BmI can only g^Euess

^AThrough the darkest d^Desert ^AThrough the deepest s^Dnow ^F#mForward, always for^Dward I ^Ego

^F#mForward always f^C#morward ^DOnward always u^Ep ^F#mCatching every drop of hope ^BmIn my empty c^Eup