CRUEL STORM
Oh cruel storm
You disturb my restless mind
As I trudge through deepest undergrowth
Where caves hold dark secrets
And the answer will be told
Puddles of thoughts enlighten me
As I quest for perfection
Shades of fear run through me
And I step alone
I find a bridge where the crossing is silver
And safely walk to a calm state
Where arms reach to hold me
And new life beckons before me
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