Storms Are Not Forever

Winds may split your wrist, Hail may bruise your frame While you lose your way in mist, Remember my child, Storms are not forever Money may not come, Landlords may make threats While you feed your family with crumbs, remember my child, Storms are not forever You may be aged, Fear playing hopscotch on the edge of your thoughts Afraid of the next page, Remember my child, Storms are not forever When all else fails that seems clever, Rest weary and cry your tears, however Remember my child, Storms are not forever