Sense of placidity
Amidst the brewing Storm.
The ever-strong tempest
Beckoning to you,
A holler you can't forego.
The towering waves come crashing down
And the thunderous songs throng
Yet there's a feeling that this is where you belong.
There's a power to the Storm
But a whisper to its song.
A comfort in chaos
A feeling that this is where you belong.
