STRweakONG
I can be strong
For those who are weak.
A rock, an anchor
To cling to at sea.
I am the walls
That keep out the pain.
I am the shield
To protect you from harm.
A sword to fight back,
To stand up and not fear.
A word of encouragement
Whispered in ears.
The hand that is reaching,
Eager to help.
The arms that are open,
Itching to hug,
To hug, to soothe, to pat on the back.
I hate to see suffering,
When I suffer too.
If I can walk tall,
Unbreakably so,
Not crushed by the weight
Of all that I know.
Should I not try and save
Every soul that I see?
I can be strong
For those who are weak,
But should I have to be?