The Storm

It is not the time that makes a friend
Although we have so much
It is not the compliments in the end
It is our pain that makes us tough
It is the truth and consequence
That does keep us real
Things we cannot quench
Make us more able to feel
We do not know what we deserve
But know others need more
we pull from our reserve
For those that we adore
We believe we have no worth
And at what such a cost
We think no value here on earth
so much have we lost
Yet so much there is to gain
For us and those we hold
If we fight to remain
And let go of what is old
Together against the cold hard rain
We shall fight with perfect form
Always and ever to begin again
We can rage against the storm