Counting down the hours
Until the storm hits
There\'s a stillness in the air
Gathering supplies
To blow away our cares
Hairs on arms stand up
Charged with static
Conscious of every breath taken
Butterflies in our stomachs.....
Apprehension raises it\'s ugly head
I pray this voyage is not forsaken
For we are fearless travellers
Risking high seas with everything to lose
Our free radicals are tweaking
Ready to wash away the blues