The Storm

The storm is raging,
people scatter to see,
it becomes engaging,
but not to me.

I fear it could break me,
what should I do?
Should I flee,
or try to push through?

My heart's splitting,
going in every direction,
I feel like submitting,
where is my protection?

I am running round and round,
searching for some safe place,
there is nothing upon this ground,
my heart begins to race.

I will stand my ground,
I will put up a fight,
I will be found,
I will see the light.

The sun will shine,
I'll pull through,
I'll be fine,
I owe it to you.

You helped me survive,
in my time of need.
I am alive,
I did succeed.