Fighting the Storm

Sitting in a whirling blizzard of blackened snow, fighting with my arms tied, searching with my eyes blind . I trust you to guide me, so where do I go? My arms tied makes my body weak. I can only take the hit. If I fall will I be able to get up? Will you find me if I fall? Now my face is as black as the snow. My body is to weak to take this beating. I trust you to protect me. I can't protect myself, and I don't know where to go. You are all I have, my trust is in you.