A storm will blow,
Despite the forecast,
It's time will come,
And it will pass.

A hard time will brew,
It happens to us all,
Things will be said,
Some that we will not regret at all
But as the clock chimes,
The words will give way,
And the times will pass,
Carve a new plane.

There are many things,
We cannot see
For example, the space between you and me
I know you're there, but cannot see
But, time will pass
And so will we.

Do not cling to what you can't hold,
It'll be easier to just let go.
It's not a question,
Nor a doubt,
It's just a voice,
Guiding you out.

Things will happen,
They always do
Hold people close,
And make something new.

I'll be okay,
And so will you.
Hard times are still to come,
But as sure as the coming fall,
It will pass and start anew.