Wind and clouds surround us now
as a cloak to wrap us with,
guarding the secrets we possess
and help us move forward through the abyss.
Deep and dark as the longest night
we fight our way to the light.
As we move and as we toss
our hope –the wind carries it …
up into the world,
to serve as a rope we cling to.
Through the fire and hell and then despair…
we no longer linger in the air,
of our past.
We pull our horses to stop, as we reach the mountain top,
up and over through the worst
we finally meet our heavenly host.
To absorb the love and light we go
to conquer dark and bring the truth
to endure with love knowing the way,
purpose filled we will not sway.