I’ve been drifting along
Caught in the storm.
Holding on for dear life.
My hands are made rough
Scratching for the mast,
As the wind knocks me off course
Does it say?
Does it say that the rain is right?
The storm, does it bring the night?
Then one day it came,
Moments that fade,
The sun that glows in your eyes.
The air that stood thick,
feels soft on my neck,
As the breeze swirls by.
I smile as I see
that land up ahead
it makes the tempest
worth the toss.
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