I think, when the storm is over,
And the dust has settled
We won’t remember how we used
To sail in sinking ships and walk on foggy roads.

When the storm is over, we won’t remember
How we used to listen to the walls of our hearts shutter
And our eyes burn from tears.

When the storm is over, we won’t remember
How our dreams almost vanished
And our passions almost died.

I assure you, when the storm is over,
We won’t remember how enemies used to
Attack the dynamite inside of us
And how thieves used to steal from us.

When the storm and the dance in the rain is over
And we have learned how to sit upright,
We won’t remember how we dropped fragile things
And held onto shaking surfaces.

Because life is a journey, and it’s not about
Where we end but how we get there. Life is a journey
Of broken hearts and not a broken future and
It is a journey of broken dreams and not a broken vision.

When the storm is over, we will all smile and know how
One crack broke us but we never fell apart.