Walking on the edge of the stormKnowing one wrong step leads to harm
Too afraid for a prayer to form
Shivering in fear and alarm
Cold whipping winds drive the harsh wave
To tear at the rain sodden shore
Far too lost to ever be brave
And dreading what else lies in store
But living on the edge of the storm
On the tattered rim of the wind
Inspires the soul to learn to transform
When the tempests finally end
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