When this dream becomes a storm
and it seems no place is safe or warm
I have a choice with which to see
A guide to love or to misery

The light within may be concealed
but its light stands ready to be revealed
For only love is truly real
Not the suffering I seem to feel

I'll choose the beacon in my heart
To heal the Whole, of which I'm part
For storms will rise and then subside
My way secured with Love, my guide