Winds of Rage

WINDS OF RAGE

The Winds of Rage in winter blow, Blue ice appears atop the snow.
At times we feel the chilling pain, And long for warmth to come again.
Let others take their frigid stance, While you and I forever dance.
Let rage blow with them in their flight, Release their chill--Let go their might.

Forget their strength as down we fell, They're gone and have no truth to tell!
As winds return to their dismay, We'll stand up strong to face each day.
One day a smile may touch their soul, And give them peace we've grown to know.
When winds of rage blow soft again, They'll come to say "we need a friend".

Each has a turning point in time, When lessons learned leave rage behind.
A summer breeze will call to them, And we must wait to be their friend.