The wind may stir the leaves, blow them away.
Bring in new ones,
but its okay.
Because I know I will always have my rock.
The rock that's not disturbed
by wind or rain or the biggest of storms
its strength cannot be curbed.
How can a rock disappear?
Now the whole world seems unclear.
Sturdy, Steady and Strong
the laws of nature must be Wrong.
How can I feel this way?
The rock simply goes away?
It can't be gone!
Where did it go?
Look inside, a whisper follows.
The rock now lives within.
Do you feel it? Do you feel me?
Please don't think about what could have been.
Can't you feel it? Don't you see?
That the strength you feel within you is Me.
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