I could never know
The joy of sunlight on my face
Unless winter's grip
Had left its trace
Any wisdom
I claim to hold
Came as result of
Lessons hard and cold
If expect
To walk in calm
I must endure
The tempest's song
When at last
The Spring returns
And passion's fire
And passion's fire
Can flare and burn
How wonderful
That flame will warm
I rise again after
Riding in the storm
