Trudging through ice, storm, and snow.
And only when the wind starts to blow,
Do I know how strong is my glow.
Keeping quiet, steady and severe,
Do I trudge through everything unclear.
Until I am healed, from broken to whole,
Through trials and hurts from which nothing can console.
Ever wondering, ever afraid,
Until my weary body is laid.
This is life, on the rocky road.
Misunderstandings, disagreements and code.
But there is hope, out there somewhere.
If only sooner it would become clear.
