Among this hardship bloomed the strong heart of a man.
I Cried as he did, and bore the strikes of depressions whip.
Cracking among the words I’ve spoken alone,
To the only ears I dare trust.
Among this bellowing wind of change crying loud,
I have lost my mark along the horizon,
For the leaves have been swept before my eyes, leaving me blind.
And though the wind shall again be tamed,
And the leaves shall fall in sweet silence,
I cannot begin to imagine
When this will come.