Battered and tossed these souls we bare
Licking our wounds, retreat to lairs
Where one can rest from all the storms
A hiding place for many worn
Tire we do of life's curve balls
Changes wished for, missing our call
We turn to sleep to turn the tide
Avoiding pain incurred inside
Obsessed we search for answers to
Some think they had and wish they knew
But time keeps what is chased in vain
Broken our heart now numb to pain
More anguish than there's remorse
X marks the spot, charted the course
So goes our quest, compose we do
The score to life, some thought they knew
Gail force winds come, so stand your ground
Your faith in GOD unshaken found
Will grant the peace to weather them
These storms within will soon too end