There is a tempest in me still
Though it angers now in silence
A secret gyre buried deep within
Even time cannot dissipate it
With its wily trials of age
There is a tempest in me still
That rises and falls each night
It aches for a company of spirit
If you would but step outside
To feel rain and wind on the soul
There is a tempest in me still
But I become a summer breeze When the hummingbirds come
And bees awake and mists flee
Though still it battles me within
There is a tempest in me still
When I wish it But no wind can blow forever
And when it stills
Be with me as my rage dies
