Crouching in a pool of tears
as life storms whip around,
wicked winds of bitterness
and doubt, pummel and pound.

Find that little flicker
of faith that never dies.
It whispers, ''you can do this,''
as the will to win will rise.

So scream into the tempest,
stand firm against the rain.
Storms will pass, they never last ~

The sun will shine again.