When the ocean around you turns gray, clouds roll in blocking the light, and cold foamy arms reach for you I will be your 1st mate As the storm gathers; winds rising waves rolling, tossing your ship mast shaking, sails snapping I will be your 1st mate With the torrent pulling at you, drawing you down into an eddy of tears Screaming at the hurricane’s wrath ! Remember you are Not Alone Hold tight to the wheel my son Fight against the torrent, as it Threatens to swallow you whole I will be you 1st mate When waves crash onto the deck I will batten the hatches bend the lashings and set lines I will be your 1st mate I will stand in the heart of the storm with you, offering you my strength and my knowledge of these waters we will ride out the storm, Together
Diary of the Phoenix 