My Storm
The rain on your face
Washing away the troubles so deep
As even the sky for you does weep
But your tears are all gone
Peace now sits deep inside
Your heart where strength resides
The grudges that have clung to you
Have now let go
Slipping in the rain
They wash away slow
Calm as the sea before the storm
You've faced it all before
The terrors of night
The flashes of light
Hold your power no more
Let the cool rain calm
The wind whip your hair
No longer can the world pull
You any which-where
The only heat in this broken world
Is the fire that burns in your broken soul
But from the ashes
A new person rises
The rain’s fire
A healed warrior
The eye of the storm
Is troubled no more
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