The wind of my soul

Shall not die down.

The fire of my heart

Shall not be smothered.

The storm of my emotions

Shall not quit raining!

There are too many sails

That rely upon my breath

To get them across the seas

For me to surrender my heartbeat.

There are too many rivers

That rely upon my heart

To pump fresh waters in

And the stagnant out

For me to surrender my last breath

I am not done yet.

There are too many fires

That rely upon my tears

To quench the burning flames.

This be reason Man calls my name.

I am not dead yet.

And the sails still hang.