When storm clouds gather

overshadow the sun

and darkness overwhelms

has me on the run

I look on you as the lodestone

to a sense of calm serenity

see you as a compass of my own

to a place of quiet tranquility

when hard times follow

in the wake left behind

and troubles overtake

only to remind

you are the still point

on a turning world with all its sadness

you are the still point

on a turning world in all its madness