Port in the Storm

There are days when it continues to be hard to locate a port in the storm. On rare days, there is no storm at all. Most of the time, I drop anchor and weather the winds.  

Even though we are tossed about
Just trying to hang on
We got no ritual, no routine
No port in that storm
I look up at the sky 
And the stars still shine
And I am confident we’ll find
I am sure that we
We’re gonna find
We will find our way
We’ll find our way

My song called Bleeding Time is two years old today.  


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