EYE OF THE STORM
DAVE THE POET

Transition, Change, Evolution
In times of clarity
What do these words, Mean to you

Passion, Rage, Revolution
Answers, Questions, Empty solutions

No shoe, Fits like a glove
Guided from above
Walk with honor, Faith, Respect and love

When sleep, Is hard to find
Visions and thoughts, Storm the mind
With open hands
I’m welcomed, Into new lands

Yes, This is a journey of many
I would like, To welcome you all
In passing, Share a smile
Lift another, As they fall

Leave your mark, With heart
Soul is wind, Not stone
Find, The eye of the storm
Follow it home