The storm is right now down the road, yet I still do not see it.
I feel the air changing from love to hate, yet I still trust it.
When I look down the road, I see that the dust is starting rise, but I am just settled.
Is this the end have I given up hope?
I prayed for better days, but so far it has all been a struggle.
This is my journey, and I must walk to it.
The pain is gone, but I still ache for what I do not need.
As the storm is getting closer, my ground becomes firm.
I stand tall and hope something does not knock me down.
My soul is starting to leave, and I feel something coming from me.
What could this, and then I realize that I am free.
Misconception 