Sometimes after it storms the days are dark and cold
And the nights are endless.
These days the sun wants nothing more than to shine
But he’s so frozen with fear that once he does
It will rain again.
Because maybe next time the rain will destroy him once and for all
Maybe he’ll never get to shine again
And he’ll be lost like a piece of driftwood in the sea.
But in the darkness he doesn't look forward
Doesn't read the signs in front of him that say
It will all be alright.
Because even a piece of driftwood lost in a sea of storms and troubles
A simple piece of broken, soaked, and destroyed driftwood.
A fragment of a once great tree that shaded and grew and provided life
That was torn apart by the same storm the sun fears now.
Can become the reason someone lived another day.
And though he lives in fear, though he does not look ahead and realize these things
The sun shines on.