Stormy
There is always commotion under my surface
Turning about, it swells and fades
Like a storm, there is no plan or purpose
Just a need to wreck what's in my way
I wish somehow I could spare you
From the violence of my reckless life
But if you leave the storm would continue
And I would not have the calming of your light
And nothing would ever calm me without your light
G.W. Wright
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