From Sheep To Storm

There is a time for everything under the blazing Sun

A time for forgiveness and a time when there is none

When anger rises from the deep

When they take you for a harmless sheep

Mercy is a virtue, a balm for wounds

Yet, in the depths, vengeance looms 

Anger, a tempest from the soul's abyss

A silent scream, a tumultuous hiss

Misjudged as a lamb, a harmless guise

Yet within, a seething a tempest lies 

No words articulate the soul's despair

Only echoes of silence in the stagnant air

I burn you up in mental hell

And make pearls from your blackened shell

From ashes of strife, strength compels

Gems of wisdom, where redemption dwells