The Storms Will Pass

Shit happens all around us, and sometimes hits the fan,
And flies back in our face and makes us blind,
Overwhelming us with stress, confusion, worry, guilt, or fear;
But the storms will pass, and in their wake we’ll find our mind;
Distractions pop, disguising truth, and leading us in circles,
Until the smoke is gone, and the mirrors crack and break,
Then we again can find the truth in things, the truth we had lost sight of,
And the storms will pass, and our spirit love we’ll make;
Stress can take us by surprise, cover our eyes, with fear and danger,
Until we find a way to move beyond its grip,
But we will soon return to truth, desire, and our spiritual perspective;
The storms will pass, and we’ll in darkness no more slip;
Life sometimes explodes, throwing us off balance, for a while,
Until we see what happened, and can get back on and ride,
But the good news is, what was still is, and in truth it always will be,
And the storms will pass, and you’ll always be my bride,
The storms will pass, and you’ll always be my bride.