Morning
A new beginning, morning comes
Tropical storms brew no more
From the rubble, out i come
Behold, sunshine upon my face

The howling winds blow no more
Drenching floods receding slowly
The nights terrors retreat to darkness
On the verge of something new

Dark and dreary unraveled curtain
Travel down the empty road.
Though the future seems uncertain,
from the rubble, comes new growth.