All is change, moving and flowing
In a world where nothing is constant
Can one find peace?

Nay, I tell thee,
We are swept along
as flotsam in a raging storm
with nothing to hold onto
save ourselves

Yea, I pray thee,
As a ship is naught more
than flotsam not rent
I believe that together
this storm can we weather

When all is change
The only constant we can find
is a friend and word kind.