My life is a vast ocean,
never knowing which way the tide will turn,
the storms will arrive or break
to be free from the mist and the fog.
My mind is in turmoil,
it feels like there is no escape,
A break in the sky a moment of hope
is this correct, no it is a cruel joke.
A red hot poker,
I feel in my seat,
The burning, the pain,
when will it cease?
I have to be strong
I must venture on
The day will arrive
The storms will be gone!

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