Billows of torrent
In motion, perpetual.
The darkness looming behind.
A sea with no tide, an ocean with no life.
Manoeuvring through the pain.
Disillusioned with purpose,
Wandering aimless, (in) the storm.
Almost mechanical, this life.
Without any heart or joy;
Without hope, without love.
A life without meaning.
Then, a breach in the shadows;
In the midst of the darkness and the rain,
Through the billows of doubt, shone a light
The reality of hope, a miracle unexpected.