The Storm

The smiles gonna defeat the tears again.

Fortune versus misfortune,

A deadly fight,

The darkest hours,

A sky full of broken dreams...

Clouds of chaos and confusion,

And a sense of insecurity,

Whispering of helpless voices,

Yet roaring courage,

Unshakeable confidence,

And unbreakable faith...

The hopes are budding once again

To bloom into the flowers of fortune and happiness. 

The storm has passed with the thick darkness, agony, and despair,

Unspoken hearts have found their words,

A sense of fear has gone forever.

The silent creepers have learned to grow with courage,

The devil's grasses have started standing tall once again.

The storm has passed leaving behind

Courage to fight,

To stand tall with utter confidence,

To learn how to live amidst the burning fires being fire itself,

And how to breathe ultimately no matter how hard it is.

Yes, the storm has passed.