And storms may come, obscure the day,
The sky to weep it’s bitter tears,
Though darkness reigns, there is a way,
A hope that’s found within the fears,
A winding path, through gnarled trees,
With thorns and brambles catching skin,
A horizon lost on blackened seas,
And waves that hit who dares to swim,
The darkest night will show the stars,
They’re shining brighter from the black,
As does a soul riddled with scars,
There never was a turning back.

JHenry