If the whirlwind of the hurricane
Throws me to the shore
Maybe I'll stand in the sand 
On my two feet and
Walk for a while. 

Or maybe I'll find my way
Into the eye
And float a while. 

Either outcome,
I'm landing on earth, 
Or swimming to the next world. 
And you know what happens in both? 

Limitless love and laughter.
The kind that gives you a side cramp, 
as tears roll down your face,
when you can't hold it in. 

The kind of love you know is true
When your eyes meet.

Standing there waiting,
At the old wooden gate of 
Either outcome.