Another storm, and again we are without power br Cold, dark and quiet conquer time, hour after hour br The fire glows bright, warming my heart br Snapping and popping, it plays and dances in art br The poor trees, I wonder if they tire in the wind br Bending and swaying, back and forth violently without end br The ground so wet from the pouring down rain br Caught up in this moment, I have forgotten my pain br Only for a moment though, as my hurt begins to rise br Coming back with feelings, remembering the abuse and lies br Deep, intense pain from memories, still in my mind br I cannot forget or hide reality, or leave it behindbr br Deborah Cromerbr br