The storm is coming,
The winds are near.
I’m running for shelter,
With nothing but fear.
My mind is wandering,
My thoughts are bare.
I’m looking for hope,
That will soon be there.
I struggle with faith,
And believing the good,
But I will stay strong,
Because I know I should.
If I can just stand tall,
And do my best.
I know I will succeed,
Above all the rest.
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