The hidden storms
Whirlwinds of anger and suffering
Emotions, a never-ending trail
The falling petals of a dying rose
Like the tears of a weeping girl
You can find comfort in the warmth
But cease to find shelter from the cold
You can light a candle to escape the darkness
But yet are never truly safe from it
A cowardly wolf can hide amongst his pack
But the alpha must stand to fight and protect
But the question is not
Who is the timid and who is the brave
Who is the coward and who is the leader
But yet who are you going to be?
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