A sea of sand is still the sea,

it speaks to me and draws me near. 

It throws it’s waves throughout a squall

and kills its life when it holds fear. 

A web of lies is still a web

It sticks to people’s shoes and clothes,

I need them all on colder days,

It irritates, but it still warms. 

When in the red I am still near. 

I’m holding on to you, my love. 

I may be lost to you, in life,

But I am standing, weathering storms.