What if the storm we face is life
And the calm is our slow death
What if we are meant to love strife
Every bit as much we take our breath
What if there is nothing left
After a life's journey
That could take us into Hell
What if were are meant to give our self
And leave nothing but our shell
Our burnt remnants rise
Our ashes float upon the wind
We will ascend, not descend
And know peace again
