Tranquility among the pain
Peace amid the strain
A little bubble is all I ask
Before it begins again
Through the eye of the storm
A tornado blows me round
Only the good Lord knows
How my soul remains sound
Inside my head a whirlwind goes
Thoughts in transit; then in repose
I may seem unruffled; may seem blessed
But this inner peace; is sacrosanct
My dearest angels; they assist
I feel their gentlest loving touch
The softest sweetest carress
This is my blessing; tranquility base
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