I once stood in the path of your mighty storm,
a mere pebble combating all your force,
as no matter the weather that is to come,
I know that peace is quite soon to be sung.
Even when you rock me from left to right,
stiff and firm I will wait for you all night,
not being scared of the rain, snow or sleet,
waiting for you to give me that sunny heat.
Leaving me to wait here like a stone,
for that gently tranquility after the storm.
As your soon gentle winds will caress my skin,
and in love with you I will be once again.
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