Storm Poem by Dave Shemeley

My mind is cloudy, like a storm moving in
Can't quite hear the thunder, that evokes from his sin
Can't see the lightning that will hit the sky, before I would ask wonder why

Raindrops will fall, yet I shall stand tall
Bring on the storm, will not panic and swarm
Wind knock me down, some may frown

Back on my feet, ready for another beat
Let your hell fall from the heavens, I shall forgive three times eleven
Bring all you got, it shall take alot

Cloudy mind still better than yours, in your storm...you'll take a three hour tour
No threat from a wounded Dove, only thing that conquers is pure true love
In this night you shall see, that it's the light that strengthens me