The Tsunami has enveloped me again
I hear myself spewing hate
Speaking with my tormentors
They are happy, I am in pain again
The tsunami of fears, doubt and hate
How can we be free?
Can we let their voices be the wind instead of the tsunami?
Can it flow past us rather than drown us?
Ask God to help you to ignore the taunts
Ask God to help you not to hate
Ask God to help you to rise above the pettiness
The wind is blowing
