My disquieting thoughts strike at night in the wee hours As if born along by the autumn winds and bracing cold Persistent as a fever and fierce as thunderstorms What can be forgiven and what cannot? I fall asleep to another night of uncertainly
I awaken to a new day of endurance My spirit ablaze with hope can cope With feet steady and face to the wind Transforming the toughest trial into triumph Because beyond the pain the prize is seen