Storms

They come again smashing the walls of hope and dreams,
Thinks might fall apart
but never lost for ever
with each storm we learn
And we feel it is all over but it never really is

with storm we become stronger and tougher
Shaken but not stirred
You rise gain like a fenix waiting for the next storm to come

One day you might fall
Cowards die many times before their deaths; 
The valiant never taste of death but once. 
waiting for that one day i stand with head held high