THE STORMS OF PASSION
Storms of passion rage
Like a play upon a stage
There for all mankind
To see this battle for a mind
The weeds, they have one goal
They would claim this fertile ground
It’s spirit to be lost
Never, ever to be found
To think and to create
And then be torn apart
As it fails to comprehend
The nature of it’s art
The artist’s innocent mind
Should be defended and defined
To let it’s lifeblood flow
To let this garden grow
