I stand amidst a turbulent storm

inside my soul.

I stand tall as winds take form

and waves begin to roll.

Atop the rock on which I stand

I am steady

as terror reigns across the land

and darkness encompasses me.

Looking out, I see ahead

wars, death, and sorrow:

The music of a tragic dread

felt today, and seen tomorrow.

But, on this rock of glory,

I stand tall.

Amidst the shadow of this story

I have might, and will not fall.

A whisper says 'You're not alone! '

I turn around

and see several standing on the stone:

A multitude renowned!

For as woes capture, and saddened fates steal

we stand strong

upon the rock on which we place our zeal:

The rock we've stood on all along!