The wind that blows hard,
Amid the rooms of your soul,
Flows there mighty and warm,
Through your open-heart door.
Take me in, the storm hisses,
I have tales to remind you,
Of the past you have had,
And the past you did not.
Shut it down, and the air,
Locks outside in a howling,
No aroma or touch,
Neither sense nor comfort.
If ajar, mighty flood,
Overwhelms with emotions,
Past and present regrets,
People, places, and wants.
Tears flow warm down your face,
Dripping painful emotions,
Cannot stop, cannot go,
What to do to dislodge?
Open wide, don’t despair,
Stand your ground with a might!
Work and love shall bring peace,
Tame the storm, heal your heart.