It's that feeling you get
you sweat,
you shake,
you're a universe inside
That no one can see.
You're screaming,
it's silent.
You're crying,
it's quiet.
There is a storm inside of you.
My friend, you are from the noble preachers,
only asking for what is simple
and what is right.
And what the world has to offer
is different and real
and not to be easy.
You are being challenged here
until you are called home.
Maybe it's a cruel joke
or maybe it's benefit
is to you and you alone,
until angels wings do grow.  
You are much more then you believe.
You can get up off the floor,
and shed the storm.
The universe inside you can share,
for you are not alone.