Just when you think the hurricane subsided,
And found a place where peace resided,
Then comes a storm into your calm
A wound appears which heals to no balm,
Nothing can you do in the turbulent sea,
Nothing can save you from this destiny
Doomed to wander in the unknown
Forever separated and forever alone,
With none but your demons created by the mind,
If you can't forge ahead then you'll stay behind,
Behind in the muck and in the mire,
Doomed to drown for all there tire,
Unless you look not up but down,
Bow your head in prayer humbly facing the ground,
And if the Lord above deems to save you by his grace,
Then none will stop you from running his race.