I stand amidst a turbulent storm
inside my soul.
I stand tall as winds take form
and waves begin to roll.
Atop the rock on which I stand
I am steady
as terror reigns across the land
and darkness encompasses me.
Looking out, I see ahead
wars, death, and sorrow:
The music of a tragic dread
felt today, and seen tomorrow.
But, on this rock of glory,
I stand tall.
Amidst the shadow of this story
I have might, and will not fall.
A whisper says 'You're not alone! '
I turn around
and see several standing on the stone:
A multitude renowned!
For as woes capture, and saddened fates steal
we stand strong
upon the rock on which we place our zeal:
The rock we've stood on all along!
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