If Chaos is the Great Mother
Then admits my madness
There is something new coming
Something is borne in the turbulence

So I can take a breath because
This won’t be comfortable
This won’t be easy
Sometimes not palatable
But my goal, remain malleable

Because in this hurricane I lose sight
Of the sun or stars to guide my way
But Belief, built from scratch, made to last
That will guide my way

To the birth of something new