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For I know that one day, this storm will pass
And the skies will clear, and the sun will shine
And I will be able to see the world anew
With a freshness and clarity that I have never known.
And yet, even as I am tossed and buffeted
By the winds of this storm, I hold on tight
To the fragile thread of hope that still remains
And I fight to keep it alive, to keep it burning
I feel the winds of doubt and fear
Blowing through my soul, tearing me apart
Leaving me alone and adrift in the dark
As I search for some foothold, some solid ground
In the depths of my heart, there is a storm
Raging and roiling, a tempest of pain
As I struggle to keep my head above the waves
And not be swept away by the currents of despair