Behind these oceans that are my eyes,
a hurricane is breathing.
This diverse world is so complex
I've started to ponder leaving.
I've waited years for the eye of the storm
and I've yet to see the calm.
I've prayed a while for a crutch,
and God withholds his palms.
Deliver me, Lord, from the winds that blow,
and the rains that pour down sideways.
Shield me angels, with your wings...
Guide me through the haze.
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