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
In stories and lore from centuries past, chaos was respresented as the Great mother. A (would-be)hero would leave what they knew and travel to unknown and emerge something new
Also, the belief line was stolen from a Gavin DeGraw song, I do not own the rights to that line(hope that’s ok$
