Carried by a gentle breeze
Withered leaves it al but seems
Leaves of long past winters fall
But very few in time it sees
Dark the color of the sky
As the breeze becomes a wind
Twisting twirling making way
Ripping everything out of place
Standing still I come to see
Only I in the storm be
All around me joy abounds
What is this I have not found
The storm inside me raging forth
Stripping passion, love, and more
Killing what I tried to keep
Hidden safely inside me no more
The soulful battle fearsomely fought
Against the raging deadly storm
Will I make it will I win
Or will it be I forever buried within.