I have ridden the storm. I have cast my fears to the wind. I rise above the hatred and doom, A storm crow flying ahead of the gloom. The storm keeps on raging As I keep on rising Nevermore shall I dwell in that tomb!
ROUGH WATERS Surviving with a wounded smile that I wish I could heal, She doesn’t know it, but I’m like her, I know it’s real, Unjustified pain, tormenting the spirit of a human soul, Because when our hearts break, we lose all control, We are spinning catastrophes, thanks to words not said, And there’s that miserable thought living inside our head, “I wasn’t good enough!” repeatedly bringing us down, All that gave us reason to smile, now replaced by a frown, So, yes, I see her, and what she’s feeling, I understand, If for a moment, I wish I could walk with her, hand in hand, So much I want to say, but someone’s presence is enough, A friend is invaluable, especially when waters get rough… -brad