Though the ocean is wide
and it's deep and the storm rages on;
though the waves swell
and they threat'n to rip;
though the skies are dark
like a tunnel with no light;
though the cold freezes over
and chills the bone;
though the night is never-ending:
it's just a storm—
a storm that you are far above.

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