I found myself at the eye of a storm
when the world turned blue
What could I do?

I played the part of an anchor
for a moment when
their hearts were true

In that most fearful place
somehow grace bore me up
so this totem would not fall

Yet inside my heart, inside my mind
I stood squarely
the most scared of them all

My reprieve came at last
when the tension passed and
everyone stood again on their feet

My sigh was quiet as I watched
each in turn regain composure
and this was when I took a seat

Here I observed
how need invents
Courageous acts in their time

And if love finds a willing soul
it bestows its strength
on humble minds