The storm is the norm
All good things fade in with
The sunset, fade on reset,
Attack the onset, make it true
That thing called trial called
Worthwhile called wild child
Dying and the world colliding
In calamity, for insanity is living
On my own in my own will
Uphill against yours,

Lightning and thunder and all
That shakes and all raft aches
Still lives in me, for the house
Is empty but seven more come
Seven strong, seven long,
Full of You is what I need to do
Come and shake in the storms
Of change