''Rising Above the Storm''

When the storm clouds gather,

And the winds begin to blow,

It's easy to feel small and helpless,

As the tempest starts to grow.

But in the midst of chaos,

There is always a chance to rise,

To stand tall and strong and resolute,

And meet the storm with fearless eyes.

For every thunderclap that shakes the ground,

And every bolt of lightning bright,

There is a chance to learn and grow,

And find the courage to fight.

It may not be easy, and it may not be quick,

But there is strength within us all,

To weather any storm that comes our way,

And rise up, standing tall.

So let the winds rage on,

And let the storm clouds gather high,

For we know that in the end,

We'll rise above the sky.

With every step we take,

With every breath we draw,

We'll climb higher and higher,

Until we've conquered it all.

So when the storm clouds gather,

And the winds begin to blow,

We'll stand strong and fearless,

And rise above the storm's cruel blow.