Surrounded by love you'll get through,
Even if the weather warning is red,
Surrounded by faith you'll get through,
No matter what lies you've been fed.
Are you any good at quick decisions?
Can you handle echoes of the slain?
What options do you use with indecision?
What can you do when nothing's profane?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem