The wind may howl, the clouds may roar,
Thunder crack and storms may pour,
But deep within, a fire burns bright,
Ain't nobody gonna steal my light.
Trials come, waves crash and churn,
Hope may flicker, embers turn,
But roots run deep, where joy takes hold,
Ain't nobody gonna sell me cold.
Shadows creep, doubt whispers low,
Fear may claw, a silent foe,
But I...
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