It controls my heart and calls to me
It matches my mood on this bleak, sour, day
I hope for change, nay more, I pray
Many a storm has swept over my soul
Taking away, exacting a toll
Yet leaving me stronger for none can take
My mind, my soul, nor my sprit break
Each passing storm, each raging sea
Strengthens my heart, building within me
A resilience that counts for so much more
Than all the polished stones on a ragged shore
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