Tuesday, October 21, 2008

My Storm

The rain falls silently,
as the wind blows wildly.
I try to keep my eyes closed,
as the heart-breaking thunder rolls.

This is my storm.
This is my fight.
This is my dream.
This is my life.

I cover under a blanket,
as the lightning hits over head.
I mutter one last prayer,
before it strikes me dead.

This is my storm.
This is my fight.
This is my dream.
This is my life.

Despite all of the madness,
I find this storm quite calming.
And through-out all of the bogess,
I hear my spirits calling;

Balance your storm,
finish your fight,
live out your dream,
cause this is your life.

1 comment:

  1. Mmm... A lover, a poet, a soldier...a man.

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