When your feeling like your stuck in the middle
Trouble left and right don't know up from down
Head spun around the sound you  hear voices 
Defening all at once screaming but unheard

They say you've lost your way lost in the middle
The crescent of the storm is wild but I am a lost
Child, quite in the epicentre struck silent unknown 

The empty void holds still but not eternally
A time shall come when that undone shall be
No more departure from the middle of the storm
Where all was silent following the violence

I am as now once more drifting to the shore
As I camber to my feet I see the earth beneath
Me have journeyd through the centre of my storm
Departed from the swarm whole once more. 

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