say a prayer

bitter and cold as you step forth
strong wind blowing from the north
pull up the collar, plot your course
a storm is about to come

lightning and thunder around you now
as you make your break, make your vow
nothing this time will disallow
a storm is about to come

light a candle, say a prayer
don't stop now, you're almost there
freedom of spirit floats on sweet air
with the vanishing of the storm

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License