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The mirror in the storm reflects my heart
Turning in the turmoil of life’s rough dark.
Passion aside the anguish it feels through
Does nothing more than make emotions move.
Quiet, no, the storm inside my heart rages
Forever embracing the lost realm of mazes.
The mazes that hold the confusion within
Causing my heart to rain in their virtue and sin.
So how do you calm a raging storm in the heart
When it’s lost from the light and deep in dark?
By finding the peace that’s in the storm’s eye
And finding the center that has once passed by.