Force

There you are in the eye of the hurricane The crossfire of confussion The path of fire Just over the ridge Pulled into the quicksand Of your old demons Come back to assault your wellness Chain rattling ghost Giving way to old habits Rearing their ugly heads I caution you to be courageous And conscious of the obvious danger Obvious, that is, to all others, but, still, and always, not you There is a wicked wind that blows hard Harder yet, when we walk against it A gale force that tears at your fabric And leaves you shivering in cold So much that you think to surrender to it's force