by Profe Steve
The howling winds blow, Try to drive me to my knees, Leave me on the ground.
Helpless in the dust, Life and breath ripped from my lungs As I gasp in pain.
Winds of cruelty, Winds of hate and callousness, Make life feel hopeless.
Then the sun breaks through, The clouds roll away grumbling, I turn my eyes upward.
Hope is not destroyed, There is yet love in the world, I rise and press on.